Her breath hitches, just for a second. But I catch it.
"So you're frustrated after waiting only two months because there are things between us that don't make sense?" My voice is low, almost amused, but there's a sharpness beneath it. A bite. "Try waiting an entire year."
She blinks, confusion flickering across her face. "A year?" Her voice is quieter now, uncertain. "What are you talking about?"
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