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26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” 
wowdewow, I actually went the fluffy route 😉

He’d been coming in for about a month now. Far too clean and wealthy for such a shoddy diner, far too large for the booths and far too handsome for Rey’s work ethic. 

The stranger-turned-regular, always dressed so finely in fitted-suits, not a single wrinkle to be seen, with his lovely dark hair combed and slightly-slicked back away from his face. And God, his face, with eyes as dark and intense as the coffee she brewed, lips plump and pillowy – made for sinful desires, no doubt. There was his voice, too; a deep and hum-like tone, always requesting the bacon and eggs special, scrambled, with a side of toast. 

He was always reading; attention captured from a book, the newspaper, his phone. When Rey brought out his food and coffee, he’d mutter a small ‘thank you’, nod his head and turn his attention back to whatever was so interesting for him.

He never made conversation. Well, up until now.

“It’s fake.” 

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