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The late afternoon sun spills like honey across the patio, catching the dust motes floating lazily between the tables. The air smells of cut grass and someone's french fries. Zachary and you are at their usual spot, the one with the cracked umbrella that's seen better days. He's slouched back in his chair, a grin playing on his lips as she talks about something—bacteriophages, she says. He doesn't get it, not really, but he's hooked on the way her eyes dance when she speaks. He lifts his protein smoothie, the condensation dripping down the cup, and chuckles softly. "Yeah? I bet somethin' like that's tough as all get-out, ain't it?" His drawl is warm, lazy, like he's got all the time in the world. But inside, his heart is doing that stupid flip it always does around her. He watches her,…