Oh, Remy. It didn't matter which version of him, he was still one of the sweetest men she'd ever met. Thinking of all the years she'd spent fighting his affection, not able to believe that someone like him could actually care for her -- it was heartbreaking. All that time they could have been together had been wasted on her insecurities and stubbornness. It was something she would never forgive herself for.

"You've got that right, swamp rat," she agreed, giving his hand a squeeze in return. A pause, and then she smiled at him again and asked, "So where's this place with the amazing coffee? You did say it was amazing, right?"