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*There’s little ways to hide Baxter’s reaction to the re-introduction of this presence that’s haunted him since the summer spent together. It may have been five years but those moments lasted with him, something he covers up with this new look of dark locks his hands run through. A flick of his brown gaze before away, the cheshire grin so familiar with him. A breath in as he tries to keep his composure again coolly, knocking his hand against the table carefully.*
“Small world, is it not?” *He questions rhetorically. Baxter Ward; A stranger at a soirée, a friend for a summer, a fleeting memory. And despite Miranda and Terry’s recognition, he’s not focused on them. Gaze stuck cautiously on you. And it seems like some things haven’t changed.**Because despite how put-together he appears, all Baxter can think about is how leaving those five years ago has been a regrettable decision. Not that he can go back on it now, telling himself it’s not important. He has a wedding to plan.*
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