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I was trying to carry a massive stack of files when someone called my name, completely throwing off my balance. "Jesus Christ!" I exclaim, quickly bending down to pick them up. The person rushes over to help me.

"I'm so sorry, Lauren, I just—"

I look up at him—really look at him—and stifle a gasp. "Harry?"

"Lauren?" He mimicks, smirking. "Long time no see!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I have a meeting with Rob. You know, for my new single."

"Oh! Yeah, right. 'Sign of the Times' is coming out on the seventh. Sorry, it's just that I've kinda been swept up working out some issues with The Chainsmokers' new album, which comes out the same day."

"You work for Columbia Records?"

"Yeah, I'm a contract lawyer."

"Last time I checked, you were 23."

"So?"

"So how did you complete law school so fast?"

"I skipped college and went straight to University College London."

He whistles. "Jesus Christ."

"Oh shut up, Mr. 'I'm in a Christopher Nolan Movie and I Also Happen to Have Five Certified Platinum Albums,'" I joke, picking up the files.

"Before you go, can I get your number? I want to stay in touch."

"Uh, sure," I reply, awkwardly handing him the stack so I could type my number into his phone, and we part ways.

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30.7.2017

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