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“I understand that he doesn’t notice me. Being short, Mexican, gay, and only a worker on the field,” Miguel sighed, “he could have anyone.”

“Miguel, you know I am just the accountant on this orchard, so I don’t have that much contact to Francois. But just yesterday, while we settled the accounts, he asked about you, swear to God!”

The dark head lifted slowly.

“He – he did?”

“Yep. And he was astonished how many hours you have worked.”

Hope gleamed in brown eyes.

“He knows I exist!”

His American friend smiled.

“And I think that’s him coming towards us.”

“What?”

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