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He looked at her face. He didn’t say “Are you okay?” He said, “Flat white, oat milk, extra shot. And I just took palmeras out of the oven.”

“Hey,” she said.

Martín looked up from the espresso machine. He had kind eyes, a graying beard, and flour on his apron. He did not say “Cheer up, it might never happen.” He said, “You look like you need a flat white with oat milk and an extra shot.” Tampoco Pido Tanto Fixed

She wasn’t asking for the moon. She was asking for an oat milk flat white. He looked at her face

Clara froze. “How did you—”