Grace was on the floor, trying to pick up the tray, feeling humiliated. Suddenly, a swollen hand grabbed the tray before she could. Startled, Grace looked up and saw a familiar, beautiful face.


    Phoebe tossed the tray into the recycling bin, grabbed some napkins, and handed them to Grace. "Wipe yourself off," she said softly. Grace took the napkins and whispered, "Thanks."


    Phoebe noticed Grace''s eyes, which looked a lot like Theodore''s, and was a bit surprised. It was rare to see such a resemnce.


    "Come on, get up. The floor''s cold," Phoebe said, extending her hand to Grace, who hesitated, eyeing her hand.


    Phoebe smiled. "Does my hand look scary? It''s just a little frostbite from the chilly northern weather."@@novelbin@@


    Grace saw Phoebe''s calm expression, not embarrassed at all. "I have some good ointment for frostbite at home. I''ll bring it tomorrow," Grace offered. "Thanks," Phoebe replied.


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