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When Xander walked in, every head in the restaurant turned his way. His firefighter’s coat was unzipped, the dull khaki highlighted by yellow stripes. Beneath it, he was in his work navies, a pair of dirty boots on his feet. As he made his way over, I was reminded of how tall he was. Even in an oversized place like this, he made the tables and chairs look doll-like. The goths stopped sketching. The Niagara Falls travelers whispered and giggled excitedly. When Xander took off his coat, even the truckers looked impressed by the size of his biceps beneath the rolled cuffs of his shirt. One nearly did a spit-take. The other tried to take a bite of her pancakes but poked herself in the chin with her fork. “Hey, Cheeks.” Xander grinned as he slid into the booth across from me. “Hungry?” “No, but I think you just made everyone else in here pretty thirsty,” I said with a laugh. “Did I?” Xander ruffled his golden hair and looked around the restaurant. Everyone else quickly looked away. “Huh. Didn’t notice.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course you didn’t.”