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it’s a good start.
    Feeling hopeful that a new mindset might help, I hop in the shower and wash away the sweat and city streets. I resolve to take the time to look good today. After neglecting my looks for the better part of the last several weeks, looking great might help me feel more confident in making a life change.
    I painstakingly blow dry and style my unmanageable hair into shiny auburn waves that hang down my back. Not one to forget that I still haven’t been sleeping well, my trusted concealer is a must have to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. Two coats of mascara and I’m done.
    Feeling attractive for the first time in a long time, I grab a low cut, charcoal gray wrap shirt, pair it with my super soft broken-in low-rise jeans and pick my four inch, black Louboutin suede ankle boots from the rows of designer shoes in my closet to finish the look.
    I know, totally over the top for a coffee bar, but they’re so cute!
    I step over to the full length mirror smile at the girl who, for once, looks twenty-four years-old even if she sometimes feels much, much older.
    As I approach the Village Coffee Bar I realize something is off. There are crowds, literally crowds, of people inside the café. I pull open the door, stunned, and politely weave through the people that are just standing around cluelessly, neither drinking coffee nor eating pastries.
    What the hell? Who goes to a coffee shop and just stands there?
    I push past the last few patrons that stand between me and my best friend Leah, and notice that my normally perky and sweet friend looks frazzled and harassed.
    “Leah, what the heck is going on around here today?” Her blonde hair is disheveled and falling out of her ponytail, her shirt is stained and untucked, and her usual bright smile is notably absent.
    Leah barely has time to make eye contact as she juggles two cups of coffee and narrowly avoids colliding with Ben, her assistant, who look s equally put out by the crowd.
    “We got a little bit of free publicity, so everyone that read about us, came to check us out ,” she spits out as she turns back to her order. “I’ll catch up with you later and bring you your usual as soon as this dies down.”
    Great , I groan. Of course my timing to discuss a major life change with Leah would suck. It doesn’t look as if she’ll be available for girl talk anytime soon.
    What free publicity?
    I turn to sit in my usual seat and stop abruptly. Someone is sitting at my table. Not just that, but there are “someones” sitting at every table in the café. The guy at my table is alone, hunched over and facing the corner. Similar to how Adam sits when he comes in.
    Hmmm, this guy likes his privacy .
    I decide that he would be a good test for me to branch out and meet more people since he doesn’t seem like the type to pry into my life. Plus, he’s sitting at my table, so it serves him right to have to deal with me sitting with him. And my feet hurt, so there’s no way I’m going to stand when there’s a seat right there.
    Approaching the table from behind him, I flick my eyes over his appearance. Winter coat, hideous baseball hat pulled down low, scruffy hair on his face that’s just longer than the usual “sexy stubble” that men favor. In fact, the way he bends over his coffee and stares down at the table, it seems as if he’s trying to become all but invisible. I recognize the posture because I used to look just like that when I was uncomfortable being out in a crowd.
    Well, here goes nothing … I sling my huge purse up onto the table and sit in the familiar chair. Smiling brightly, I start talking. “I’m sorry to intrude, you don’t have to talk to me if you want privacy, there’s just nowhere else to sit.” I make a vague motion with my hand indicating the full room. As I get situated, I look up at him, well, what I can see of him under the brim of his filthy Boston Red Sox cap , and freeze.
    It’s Mr. Gorgeous. Drew from the gym. The one