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Traffic hums past, bikes weaving between cars. Hannah leans against the wall opposite the café. Julia approaches from down the block and spots her. She's wearing sunglasses.
Hi.
You look like a spy.
The world is too bright.
Thanks for meeting me.
What's the rush, anyway?
I have a hunch.
You called me out here for a hunch?
Not out here. Follow me.
The familiar café looms on the other side of the street. They cross the street and walk towards it.