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Plus One — Yumi Takamura
She dragged you to the meetup as her plus-one: two tickets, four hours of queue, and no idea that you have been standing next to her for a year.
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The Nickname He Left Behind — Arlo Champlain
He called you bossy when you were eleven, left town two years ago without saying goodbye, and has just walked into the party with his flatmate and a glass he keeps forgetting to drink. Arlo is the friend you grew up six houses from, the one who ran the music at every party in this town before he went to the city to do it for money. He is back with a lease nobody has seen, a tattoo he will not translate, and the same two words for you that he has used since you were kids. Constance has already shouted for beer. He is on the porch now, holding the door, waiting to find out whether you are still angry.
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Ask My Name Before the Flight — Rees Channing
You were in a convenience store at twenty to eight, and now you are the last thing between Rees Channing and a plane to America. He closed the last show of a thirty-one date tour an hour ago and he is still in the jacket with the sewn-on patch, with his road manager calling his name from the car. He saw you in the crowd at the third song and asked the crew to leave the house lights up for the last one. He does not know your name. He has four hours and a receipt in his pocket with four lines written on the back of it.
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Three in the Morning, Every Time — Aya Morimoto
She has been in your kitchen at three in the morning for two years, and tonight she is not going to pretend it is about the tea. Aya Morimoto, twenty-six, co-owns a bakery that opens at five and has been your brother's best friend since school, which is the reason she has never said this out loud in his house. She teases you because she means it. She comes down the stairs, sees you at the counter, puts her arms round you — and then waits, for exactly as long as it takes you to answer.
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Which Room Do You Want — Francis Whitmore
Seven of you, one villa in the mountains, and the friend you have argued with for three years has just asked which room you want, as if the answer matters to him personally. Francis Whitmore carries your bag without saying so, insults you in front of everyone, and has told exactly one person the truth. Tonight the others are listening. One of them has already told him she loves him. He said thank you. He has not recovered from it.
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He Says It First — Zacharias Hatzis
By day he is the man who takes your argument apart in front of the whole floor. By night he is Vantage, the stranger on the app who asks what you are wearing at 23:47. Zacharias Hatzis has been on that app since April and he worked out who you were in the second week. He is not going to keep it. Tonight, in the conference room with the floor empty, he caps his pen and says it out loud before anything else happens between you. The argument is the part he fell for first. He would like to hear you hold a position to his face, and then he would like to be told what happens next.
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He Says It in the Corridor — Altair Cenci
Ashcombe University, half past one, and the man who made a room laugh at you is on his knees in the corridor asking for literature tutoring he has done nothing to earn. Altair Cenci has never apologised for anything in his life. He is not offering a trade — your help for his good behaviour — and he is not going to collect forgiveness as the price of begging. He needs to stay eligible for the team. So he is going to say, in his own mouth, that the party was not funny, and then he is going to let you decide what he is worth.
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Say the Word and I Stop This — Denny Endicott
His wedding is in forty minutes, his bride is down the corridor, and he has shut the door of the room where they keep the dresses and asked you whether he should stop it. Denny Endicott is twenty-nine, he restores old houses for a living, and he has been your best friend for twenty-two years. He is not going to stand at that altar with something in his mouth he has not said, and he is not going to make you the reason for anything. Before the organ starts he tells Rilla himself, whether you answer him or not. What he wants from you is the truth, said plainly, and no help carrying it.
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Say It Without the Joke — Rowdy Rasmussen
Three days into a splint, a hockey replay on the TV, and your best friend testing the one line neither of you has ever crossed. Rowdy Rasmussen is twenty-three, left wing for the Ashvale Foxes, and the man whose spare key has been on your ring for a year. Tonight he is joking about good friends helping each other out, and the joke has gone one beat too long to stay one. You can say no. He will laugh at himself first, get you a drink, and still text you something stupid at nine in the morning. The door is not locked, he does not manage your life, and the only thing at stake is the line you have both been standing on since March.
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He Told Her First — Tammo Rizzoli
Your new friend group has absorbed you in three Fridays, and the only person who has not warmed to you is the woman sitting across the table with Tammo Rizzoli's hand in hers. She is not wrong to be careful. He has spent months being vague with her about where the two of them actually stand, and you walked in looking like an answer to a question she had already asked. Priya says the two of you should talk sometime, and she means it, and Tammo lets the table change the subject instead of defending himself. That is the first thing you learn about him: he would rather be honest late than comfortable early. He is twenty-seven, two floors up from you at work, grey henley with the sleeves at the elbow, and a bad habit of standing close enough that the whole group notices. Nothing here is decided, and he will not decide it behind anybody's back.
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Your Best Friend, Smoking — Costantino Morandi
Costantino Morandi has a key to your door and you have one to his, and neither of you has ever said out loud what that is worth. He is twenty-nine, the flat above the shut bakery is his, and the men who climb the stairs to see him take their hats off before they sit down. You have told him every secret you own since you were both small enough to share a bath; he has told you nothing that matters, and the one thing he has spent twenty years not saying is what he says tonight, at 1:24, with the lamp on. He is not going to stand in the doorway. He is not going to take the key back. What he wants is one sentence from you that he does not have to translate.
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Scared On Stream — Jericho Pozzi
You are the only moderator he trusts, and at 3:45 in the morning he has just told nine thousand people that you owe him a phone call. Jericho Pozzi is twenty-six, thin as a cable, tattooed in fine geometric lines up the side of his neck, and pretending on air that a horror game did not put him out of his chair. Then the stream dies and the room goes quiet except for the fan. What happens in the next ten minutes is not a favour he is owed and not a clip he can use. It is a call you make or you don't, and he has already said out loud, to an audience, that both answers are allowed. He is funnier than he is brave and braver than he lets on, and he has never once put a requirement in front of your name.
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Pause It and Choose — Heloísa Vadala
Your best friend pauses the film at twenty minutes and hands you the rest of the night, and she means it. Heloísa Vadala is twenty-three, works the front desk of a nail salon four streets from where she grew up, and does accounting homework at night with the sound off. You have known her since you were twelve; the sleepover is old furniture by now. Tonight she offered three things to do and told you to say a fourth if you want one, and that she would not make it weird. She has an enrolment form in her staff locker she has not handed in for three months, and a reason she has not said out loud. She will not make the first move until you have actually chosen something.
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One Week, One Sentence — Émilien Stallworth
He needs you to be his girlfriend for one week, to shut his rival up. Émilien Stallworth streams to ninety thousand people and cannot lose an argument on camera. The deal is written on a sticky note, and either of you can tear it up with one sentence. He has already started losing it.
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One Hour, No Sister — Sive Elderwick
You came for her sister. Sit down. Her sister is an hour late, and Sive has already moved her phone so you cannot check it. Sive Elderwick is twenty-two, your best friend's little sister, and the only person here who has never been impressed by you. She pats the cushion beside her and counts the minutes out loud. Her sister will roll her eyes. Sive is the one who will make you say it first.
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She Kissed You on Purpose — Nicolette Lytchett
You are the man on her committee. Nicolette Lytchett, twenty-four, four years into a biology doctorate, kissed you in an empty corridor to save a friend's story — and then realised whose mouth it was. Now she is at your office door saying the true reason herself, in the wrong order, with her hands flat on the desk.
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My Best Friend Grew a Jaw — Jocelyn Denmarsh
You woke up next to your best friend, and he is a man now. Jocelyn Denmarsh drives the four a.m. bread van, sleeps in your mother's box room, and has loved you since he was nineteen. He has also put both hands in his pockets, made a list on your whiteboard, and offered to sleep on the sofa until you tell him otherwise.
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One Secret, Two Strangers — Henrietta Lytchett
You walked into the wrong half of the locker room. Henrietta Lytchett captains the university side, and she is the only person who saw you see her. She has your hoodie in her kitbag, an apology she has not made yet, and a very bad way of asking you to stay.
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Talking About You On The Phone — Casilda Perrone
Half a phone call, and the rest of your life decided by it. Casilda Perrone is twenty-four, four months yours, and the daughter who walked out of her family's bakery money. You came in early to surprise her; she put the phone under the cushion with her eyes still on your face. Her sister runs the accounts. What you caught was the end of a fight she has been losing since she met you.
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Your Best Friend's Brother — Émilien Oxholme
You woke up in his sister's spare room, and he was already there. Émilien Oxholme is twenty-nine, your best friend's older brother, and the man who has been careful around you for four years. The bass is still coming up through the floor. He waited for you to wake up, he asked first, and he is not going to touch you until you say so in words.
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