Who are you?
Ib was sitting at the café, it had been at least a year now, she had been meeting Garry here for macrons and a fun day out every Sunday. Her parents had met Garry and had grown to trust him. At first they use to chaperon their visits but Garry was soon welcomed into the family like a son and brother. Ib smiled recalling the first time her parents dropped her off to let them spend time alone. She kicked her legs a little her red skirt fluttered a bit with the movement. She took a sip of her tea, earl grey, it was something Garry had her try once and she had grown to like it. She tugged on her bright red scarf a little and looked around trying to see if she could spot Garry in the crowd, her scarlet eyes shifting from one person to another a few times she thought she saw him but it was just some woman or other person. She sighed a little; it was unlike Garry to be late. She felt a bit worried now; she had found herself pondering before about what Garry did when she wa
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