⋆。˚ ✈︎ love at first flight | N.RK
ft riki x fem!reader, nwjns hanni, enha jake | genre fluff, airport crush, strangers to lovers | cw language, flirting, kissing, dirty jokes, petty "arguments," possibly geographically incorrect | pt. 1, 2, and 3 here | wc 4894
synopsis. 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳…🗼
It was around 11:00pm as you struggled to find your passport.
"I could've sworn it was on my desk yesterday," you thought to yourself, searching through your messy bedroom.
After your morning cafe date with Riki, he dropped you off at your apartment so you could get started with packing as soon as possible, given that your flight was booked for take off the next day.
You're still not sure why you said yes to Riki's impulsive offer, though, part of you wanted to believe that saying "no" would've been an even riskier call.
Riki, in all of his handsome glory, had been a menace to your soul. You just couldn't put a finger on what is was about him that kept luring you in almost magnetically.
Ding, dong.
Your breath hitched at the sound of someone knocking outside your apartment door. Grabbing the purple ink pen from your dresser, conveniently sitting next to your diary, you gripped it like a weapon as you approached the door cautiously.
Knock, knock, knock.
Unlocking the latch and twisting the handle, you slung the door open to reveal none other than Riki, standing calmly with grocery bags in each hand.
"Good night! And yes, that can be a greeting… What's the pen for?" He shrugged, walking past you and straight into your apartment as if owning the place.
You flashed him an annoyed look before closing the door behind him, suddenly feeling embarrassed while dressed in your pjs.
"It's for self defense, night stalker. And how'd you even know where I live?" You asked accusingly.
"I drove you here earlier after the cafe, remember?" He said while placing the grocery bags on your study desk to unload the items.
Damn, you thought to yourself, It must be wayyy past my bedtime...
"Anyways, I brought you this neck pillow-thingy for the plane," Riki smiled, walking up to you and fastening the pillow around your neck, "Pretty cool, right?"
"Uhhh, sure," you mumbled, standing awkwardly as he welcomed himself to explore your bedroom.
"So...," he began with a grin, "this is where you keep your pretty little panties, huh?" Running a finger over the surface of your dresser, he stopped once he met your oh-so familiar diary.
"Hmm. I remember this little guy. How many pages have you written about me so far? My guess is at least 3."
"Jokes on you, Riki. I don't reminisce about people I haven't even known for a week," you said with a sigh, plopping on your bed, too tired to retaliate physically.
He parts his lips as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He only walked over to your bed, taking a seat beside you.
"Look, ____. If you wanna back out of this trip, it's not too late. I understand that this is a pretty big thing I'm asking of you."
"No, Riki, I really do wanna go. It's just that I lost my passport somewhere in this stupid apartment and now I can't find it," you pouted before suddenly feeling his weight escape your side.
He paced around your room as if an internal GPS was guiding him in the right direction.
"What're you doing?" You giggled, watching as he picked up a random toilet paper tube to use as a searching tool.
"Shh, I think I see it!" He whispered, reaching for a navy blue and gold envelope from under one of your shoe boxes, "Voici!"
You gazed in shock, not only at his use of French, but also at how he actually managed to find it, let alone that quickly.
"Holy shit, Riki! You're a lifesaver!" You beamed, running to give him a bear hug.
"I bet you've been dying to do that since I came in," he teased, trying to conceal his own blushing.
You were losing track of how many times he flirted with you in the past five minutes, but you were just glad that he found your passport in time.
All there was left to do now after packing was explain to your best friend Hanni where you'd be for the next 2-3 days.
The following morning came by quicker than you already expected it to.
Fortunately, y'all arrived at the airport just in time for boarding, going to your respectful seats on the aircraft according to your ticket numbers.
And finally, it was time for takeoff.
You and Riki hadn't even been on the plane for thirty minutes before you started bumping heads with each other.
“How come you get to sit by the window? You’re not even taking pictures,” You scolded him, crossing your arms in frustration.
“You see? That’s the problem with this generation. Always seeking technology to bring them happiness," He said, shaking his head.
“Riki, we’re literally depending on technology to carry us cross country. Welcome to our advanced society.”
“That’s not even a fair comparison, but go off.”
You scoffed, “Don’t ‘but go off’ me!”
“Or what?” He challenged, flashing you a smirk that made you internally curse him for being so effortlessly attractive.
“I said, or what?” He continued, putting an arm around the head of your seat and pulling your face towards his by your chin.
The way he peered into your eyes made you feel like kissing h—
OH GOD, NO! NOT AT ALL! NEVER, you thought to yourself.
He licked his lower lip, making you stutter as you answered, “O-or I’ll… I’ll tell your mom on you!”
He snorted at your empty threat, “Yeah, good luck with that. She doesn’t speak English for shit.”
“Well, whatever, I’ll just use google translate,” you snapped back.
“Oh, so you think fast?”
“Only when I-“
He interrupted your words with a kiss to your forehead, “Not fast enough, apparently,” he winked, sitting back in his seat.
Oh boy. This trip is already kicking off to an interesting start.
You sat frozen as if he’d just snatched your soul away, focusing on the moisture his lips left on your skin.
“And don’t even think about wiping that off,” he smirked, searching through his carrier bag before pulling out a pair of wired headphones.
You weren't gonna let him win that easily.
Exhaling your nerves, you thought of something catty to say back to him/
“Now look who’s a product of our e-generation, Mr. iPad Kid. Let me guess, is it time for Cocomelon?” You pouted facetiously, trying to conceal your nervousness from whatever the hell possessed him to kiss you.
“I’m just tired of hearing the air conditioner," he shrugged, "Sue me.”
Riki plugged the headphones into his phone port, opening the Spotify app (not sponsored lol) on his phone and selecting a random playlist. “Wanna listen?” He asked softly, meeting you with his dark brown eyes.
You took the left earbud from his hand, positioning it into your own ear as the sounds of lofi rhythms met your ears. After a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep, not even realizing that you were laying on his shoulder.
Riki eventually followed after you, leaning his head atop yours as he snored softly. Though, he’d likely never tell you that part of the story once you woke up.
A couple more hours in the plane passed, and you were officially landing at your final destination: Paris, France.
“I'm sorry, you’re WHERE? With WHO?!?!” Hanni yelled over the phone.
You didn’t mean to make it seem like you'd been keeping this big secret from her, but you simply never got around to telling her... that you were impulsivey traveling across country with a guy you met at the airport last week.
“Look, it’s only for a few days, I’ll be fine,” you replied, unpacking your luggage on the hotel room bed.
Riki was busy getting you an extra key card for the room, so you didn’t have to worry about him barging in on your conversation for a while.
“Tell me. Why did you think this was a good idea, ____. Honestly? Hell, did you even think before saying yes?”
“Of course I did, Hanni… but if you’re just gonna keep scolding me, I’d rather we talk about something else,” you whined, hating the way she started to make you feel.
"Ugh, I’m sorry, bestie! Please don’t misinterpret my concern for cruelty.”
“It’s okay, Hanni, I know you're just looking out for me... but, maybe this was a bad idea.”
“Omg, naur!! Forget I said anything! I want you to enjoy yourself in Paris! Just call me if you need anything, alright?…unless it’s love advice or—”
“Money, I know. Talk to you later, pigtails!”
“Later,” she giggled, ending the call with a ‘mwah’ from her end. You placed your phone down on the mattress, flinching at the sight of Riki walking out of the bathroom, tossing the extra key card on the bed.
“What the- I thought you were in the lobby?”
“Yeah, but I came back up not too long ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t eavesdrop… the entire time,” he teased, running a hand through his hair as he observed your luggage. “I hope you have a pretty outfit in there.”
“Mhm, and why’s that?”
“Because, we’re going out to dinner, silly,” he said, pulling out an ironing board from the closet to press his wrinkled pants.
You didn't expect for Riki to wanna go out so soon after just arriving.
Either way, you tried on a few outfits before finally choosing the beret and plaid pink skirt-suit you usually wore during business meetings, which ironically fit the chic Parisian aesthetic.
“Bonjour, and welcome to Le Goût! Do you need help navigating the menu or are you familiar with French dishes?” The waitress asked in a friendly accent.
“We actually already spoke to one of your waiters. He’s putting in our order right now,” Riki replied, handing her one of the extra menus from your table.
“Very well, then. I’ll pop back around once you’re ready to order dessert. Call for Ines if you need anything else,” she smiled, walking away.
You swirled the ice cubes in your glass, just as your previous waiter came out with your food.
“Velvety Escargots Bourguignonne for the gentleman, and Chicken Fricassee for the lady,” he said, placing down your plates and walking away.
Riki stared at his plate with disgust in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, folding a napkin over your lap to catch any spills or crumbs as you ate.
“Uhmmm, I didn’t order snails…,” he cringed, poking at the shelled creatures on his plate with a fork.
“You literally looked at the menu and told the waiter that’s what you wanted. I thought you spoke French!”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I can read it,” he replied.
“What did you think ‘escargot bourguignonne’ meant anyways?”
“Dunno, sounds like a pasta dish to me.”
“Well… do you wanna trade plates?” You offered, not wanting to come off as silly foreigners for misreading the menu.
“Pfft, of course not, I’m getting my money back! Ines! Excusez-moi, madame Ines?!”
You reached for Riki’s hand, trying to redirect his attention, “Riki, please, let’s just enjoy our food. Paris is a culinary landmark, I’m sure we’ll run into some better places after this,” you pleaded, swapping the plates on the table.
He let out a sigh, unrolling his napkin and placing it on his lap as well, “Fine. Bon appétit and what not.”
After finishing up in Le Goût, you and Riki took a walk from the restaurant, exploring the streets of France.
You weren’t too worried about getting lost, because Riki hired a personal chauffeur to guide you two through the city if needed..
He hadn’t realized how much farther ahead of you he was walking until you grabbed onto his hand.
“Oh, so we’re making it a public thing, I see?” He winked, pulling you closer to him.
“No, you just walk fast as hell and I can’t keep up with your legs,” you corrected, giving him a look.
“Mhm, whatever you say, ____.”
That’s when you two stumbled upon a group of people, waiting at the edge of a dock to be boarded on for a boat ride.
“Please don’t say you’re afraid of water,” Riki looked at you with hopeful eyes.
You weren’t too fond of potentially getting your cute outfit soiled, but with the way Riki peered into your eyes, it was hard to say no... again.
“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled, following behind him as he led you by the hand.
It didn’t take long for the officials to load you and Riki on the raft, as he opted for the cheaper version that gave him control to row the boat.
You watched as he paddled across the Seine River with childlike glee, observing the antique buildings surrounding the Eiffel Tower.
If it wasn’t for the cool breeze pulling you back to reality, you would’ve believed you were dreaming at how beautiful the scenery was.
How beautiful this moment with Riki was—
Ugh, never mind, it’s probably the snails affecting the chemicals in your brain.
“This is incredible,” Riki exclaimed, his arms rotating at a constant circle as he maneuvered the boat paddles, soaking up the Parisian sun.
“Like how incredible it is that despite your amateurish being, you can somehow pull everything off,” you smirked, nudging his knee with your shoe.
“Amateurish being? I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve that you haven’t even seen yet, ____. Trust, biologically, I was BUILT to pull everything off.”
“Right, so what happened with those snails earlier?”
“Gosh, are you seriously bringing that up right now?”
“Yes, I am seriously, deadass, on God, for real am bringing this up.”
He tried to hide the smile that dared to show on his face at the way you mocked his previous use of slang.
“Don’t get shy now, Riki. I can see you blushing.”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, clicking his teeth with his tongue before throwing the paddles into the river.
“RIKI!”
“Whoops! Looks like my bashful little fingers slipped,” he giggled, not being able to contain his laughter from the shocked expression on your face.
“Guess we’re gonna have to swim back. Come on,” he beamed, talking off his turtleneck before diving into the lake, water splashing all over your lap.
“Oh my God, Riki, you’re such an imbecile!”
“And you’re such a baby! Now come on, the water feels great, I promise!”
You watched as the water rippled around his movements.
You couldn't see anything below the dark blue river, making you feel anxious about actually jumping in.
“W-w-what if there are alligators hiding in there?”
“Pfft,” he scoffed, “French alligators? I mean, if I’m still swimming, they must have a pretty low appetite… unless… they prefer breast meat,” he winked, treading in the water.
“Gosh, you’re such a weirdo,” you whined, watching as he made his way over to the other side of the lake, marching up the rocky land.
He shook his head like a puppy, trying to get rid of the access water in his hair.
You looked away from him shyly, trying not to peek at how the white t-shirt he wore clung to his toned abs.
“Are you coming over here today, or what?” He teased, putting his hands on his hips.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, leveling your nerves before jumping in the water, leaving your favorite beret behind in the now abandoned boat.
So much for being peaceable foreigners.
After making it to Riki, which wasn’t nearly as daunting as you expected, he applauded your performance. “Brava, ____! Brava!! You successfully swam across a 30ft deep river!”
“30?!” you shivered in disbelief, thankful that he shared the rivers depth with you after you already got across.
“Relax, ____, that’s like a kiddy pool. Anyways, let’s get back to the hotel before we get sick,” he said as the chilly winds hit both your wet bodies.
Under any other ordinary circumstances, you probably would’ve beaten the hell out of Riki for being so careless.
But it was something about the Parisian air that made you care less.
Riki phoned the chauffeur to bring you back to the resort, where he arranged a spa evening for you to be professionally pampered by French beauticians.
Meanwhile, he went to shower in the hotel room, saying that he’d meet you back at the spa when you were finished.
One of the hairdressers gave you a blow out and quick trim just to clean up your ends.
Then, conveniently after your finger nail polish finished drying, your phone beeped with a message from Hanni.
Riki tapped you on the shoulder, the scent of his sweet citrus cologne hitting your senses.
“You ready?” He asked, picking up one of the matcha macarons the spa staff gave you.
“Ready for what?”
“To eat. I know you’ve gotten all pretty, but I think it’s best we stay in since it’s dark out now.”
Did he just call you pretty?!?!
“Okay, we can hit up the French market and maybe make something for dinner," you suggested.
“Oh my gosh, great idea! We could make my mom’s gyoza recipe!”
“Oh, did she make the ones you let me try at the airport that day, too?”
“I can’t believe you still remember that," he said in shock.
“Well yeah, that was only a few days ago…”
“Hmm. I guess you just don’t seem like a stranger to me anymore,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you from the resort spa.
After shopping at the market, where the prices were surprisingly affordable, you and Riki headed back to your hotel room to unpack the groceries.
“I hope you’re good at cooking,” Riki chimed, grabbing a large bowl to fill with all the French snacks you brought from the store.
“Why, exactly?”
“Because, I’m mostly gonna watch while you keep me entertained, Chef ____.”
You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing a knife and chopping board as you started prepping the ingredients you’d need.
“Does ‘tsp’ mean tablespoon or teaspoon?” You asked, struggling to interpret his Mom’s recipe instructions.
“All I know is big spoon and little spoon,” he smirked, leaning closer over the counter.
You brushed off his flirting as you kept trying to figure out the recipe. That’s when Riki grabbed a handful of fondue flavored chips from the snack bowl, crunching them between his teeth.
“Gosh, would you stop chewing so freaking loud? I can’t think!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a babo,” he teased, poking you on the nose.
“Bet you can’t say that in French.”
“Pfft, why would I need to?”
“Because you said you speak French?”
“For the last time, I do! I’m just not a dictionary.”
“Sounds like another lame excuse, but whatever. Pass me the sesame oil… Oh, and one of those chips!”
Making the gyoza wasn’t nearly as hard as you anticipated. Though, your main struggle came with capturing the authentic flavors.
After steaming the doughy purses and tossing them in a dark chili sauce, you plated a few for Riki to try, even though you both were already stuffed from the snacks alone.
“Ugh, can you at least try them while they’re fresh?” You whined, bringing one of the saucy gyozas to Riki’s mouth with a pair of chopsticks.
He complied with a sigh, parting his lips as he hummed.
“What do you think?”
“Well, they don’t taste like my mom’s, but they’re not horrible. I’ll give it a 4/10.”
“Huh?!”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to do better than her, or even come close, so don’t feel too bad about it.”
You pouted, wrapping the remaining dumplings in plastic wrap before placing them in the hotel fridge.
“Alright, let’s freshen up and head to bed,” he suggested, wiping the kitchen counter and heading to the bathroom to wash up.
You went in after he finished, changing into your pajamas and meeting him on the kingsized bed.
“Ahh... I love Paris,” he smiled, adjusting his head on the pillow.
“Yeah. Me too, but why?”
“Because, the next time I visit, I’ll be reminded of you.”
“Aww, how cheesy,” you smiled, returning a poke to his nose.
“No, I’m serious. I’ve never had this much fun with someone before.”
“But we’ve been arguing the entire time.”
“I know, but… that’s just our way of…”
“Flirting?”
He blushed at your words, “Yea. Our way of flirting.”
You felt your own face heat up in the moment, fighting the urge to scoot closer to him on the mattress.
“So,” you began timidly, “what comes after this stage?”
“Depends,” he replied, resting his hands behind his head, “Where do you want it to go?”
“Riki…”
“What?”
“We just met—“
“That doesn’t answer my question, ____.”
You let out a breath, thinking on his words, “Hmm. I think we would make great fr-enemies.”
He giggled, “That’s it?”
“That's it. But maybe with time… we could—”
Buzz, buzz.
A notification from Riki’s phone lit up the dim hotel room. He reached for his phone, only to see a text from his friend Jake, who said he just arrived in Paris and wanted to meet up tomorrow.
“Was this planned?” You asked confused.
“No?… I don’t know why he’s here... or how he even knows I’m here.”
“Well. Looks like we better get some rest for tomorrow.”
“Ughh, but I wanted to spend our last day here together,” he pouted, rubbing his eyebrows.
“And we still can, Riki. It’ll probably be fun having your friend around, anyway.”
A moment of silence filled the air before he spoke.
“Fine. As long as you don’t mind, neither do I,” he smiled, turning off the night light before trying to get some sleep.
“Hanni. Pham. You sneaky salamander!”
"Bonjour, bestie! Turns out, Riki does have a cute and single friend. Meet Jake, my favorite Aussie boy!" She beamed, clinging onto him as if they've known each other for life.
You wondered if that's how you and Riki looked together.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," you forced a smile, shaking his hand.
"You too, Miss ____," he returned with an Australian accent that caught you off guard.
No wonder Hanni and him were already getting along so well.
"Jake-hyung, when you said you wanted to hang out at the amusement park, I didn't think you meant for a double-date," Riki said with an awkward smile, searching your face for an 'okay' sign.
"Aww, c'mon Nishi, it's not every day that you're granted with such convenient chances (😉) to hang out with friends," Jake began.
"Exactly. Let's make the most of this beautiful day, shall we?" Hanni encouraged, taking your hand in hers as you, Riki, and Jake went on to explore the park.
The four of you went on more rides than you could keep track of, ranging from ferris wheels, spinning teacups, and rollercoasters.
It was also fun watching Riki and Jake battle it out on an amusement park mini game to win a stuffed animal prize: Of course, Riki won, but you gave the plush to Hanni because you didn't feel like carrying it around.
You all planned to end the night with ice cream, but that was until Riki caught sight of a jewelry making station.
"____, we have to," Riki said in a serious tone.
You giggled, "Have to what? Make matching friendship bracelets?"
"Uh, YES!"
Hanni and Jake sat at a different table than you and Riki, hooking different charms to the silver bracelet chains provided by the staff.
You and Riki decided to make one for each other and then swap them once you finished.
"Are you guys almost done?" Jake asked, looking at the time which was running close to 7:30pm.
"Almost, I just need to make a few finishing touches," Riki smiled, adding on some beads.
Finally, you all payed for the bracelets and put them in velvet baby blue goody bags, bidding your farewells before heading back to your respective hotel rooms to pack.
"Today was so much fun," Riki exclaimed, sorting the clothes in his suitcase.
"I know, I'm already sad just thinking about how we go back to reality tomorrow."
"Yeah...but in the meantime, let's enjoy our last few hours in Paris," he smiled, closing his suitcase before putting on a French film for you both to fall asleep to.
The next morning came by faster than desired. On the flight back home, you reminisced about your fun weekend in Paris as though you might forget the moment you stopped thinking.
It was the simple things that started to effect you the most.
Riki's random Spotify playlist knitted memories with songs, faces to feelings.
You were falling hard for Riki, and the truth was, you had been since day one. It was obvious that he felt the same way about you, too.
The only thing holding you back was the fear of letting go.
The fear of letting love.
"All flight passengers, we have started our descent and will be landing shortly. Please remain seated after making sure your tray tables are in their upright positions and any other personal belongings are within your vicinity. Thank you," the pilot spoke from the head of the plane.
You and Riki were sharing a box of cream filled French cookies as you finished the last few minutes of the movie "Your Name" on his laptop.
"So you're telling me that this ends with Taki and Mitsuha not remembering each other?" You asked sadly, wishing the two characters could've had a happier ending.
"Not in this film, no. But the director mentioned something in an interview about them eventually reuniting and even getting married," Riki clarified, taking a sip from his carton of chocolate milk.
You sighed, looking out the window as the ending credits played silently in the background.
Riki tapped your shoulder, causing you to whip your head to face him.
"Here," he said, handing you the baby blue velvet sack he kept from Paris.
After making your bracelet, he said he wouldn't let you see it until y'all were in the plane. Turns out, that moment was now.
"Open it," he nearly whispered, his usual piercing eyes becoming more soft.
You took the bag in your hand, untying the string as you slid the silver bracelet in your palm. Riki didn't hesitate to fasten the hook around your wrist, a hue of pink rising to his cheeks at the sight.
You observed the rainbow heart beads and other cute charms that ran across the length of the bracelet.
One charm that stood out to you most was the shimmery blue airplane, dangling next to a cursive letter R.
The bracelet was so nice that it made you feel insecure about the one you made for him. He payed attention to so many little details, all apart of every moment that you shared together so far.
Even though the gesture was simple, you were left speechless.
"Riki, it's beautiful," you beamed, fighting the urge to hug him.
"Alright, alright, now where's mine," he teased, shaking with anticipation.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot," you giggled, reaching in your purse to hand him the velvet sack containing the bracelet you made him.
That's when a robotic voice emitted a series of beeps and tones from the ceiling speakers: a familiar chime that let you know the airplane had officially landed.
Riki was quick to grab your luggage and his, making his way to the airport base as you trailed behind him.
You knew after landing, the peaceful nature of your weekend would be bombarded with the busy world you knew best.
You still couldn't believe that you had just traveled cross-country with a complete stranger, and if given the opportunity, you wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
Riki took your hands in his just as your Uber ride pulled up outside the airport, since your usual chauffeur, Hanni, was still in Paris with her 'favorite Aussie boy.'
"I don't really know what to say, but... Paris was cool...with you, I mean," Riki admitted shyly, his usually dominant aura faltering before you.
"Yeah. Paris was cool with you, too, Riki," you smiled, stepping on your tip-toes and kissing him on the cheek.
You turned on your heel, walking towards the shiny glass doors with your polkadot suitcase clicking behind you.
Of course you looked back, and of course he was still there waiting for you to leave with a smile.
You made your way to the vehicle, loaded your things in the trunk before hopping in the backseat.
The quiet Uber driver made his way out of the parking lot while a certain thought meddled in the back of your mind: Riki and I will probably never see each other again.
Still, unlike Taki and Mitsuha, you could never forget the flirty TSA agent who stole your heart.
You looked at the bracelet on your wrist again, smiling at the recent memories that were already started to feel distant.
That's when you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.
Buzz, buzz.
You pulled your phone from your purse, revealing a text on your screen from a number you hadn't made a contact for yet:
"Hey, it's Riki. I know you just left, but I might die if we don't hang out tomorrow. Coffee at Café Royale's? Again? Maybe?"
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