Nikolas

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Nikolas seats himself. He looks out the window. The ocean is only a few kilometres away, but he feels like he can smell it. That salty spray, that authentic Greek feeling.

The waiter hands him a menu. "Welcome to Lithios," she says. "Can I start you off with a drink?"

Adam looks at the empty seat across from him.

"No," he says. "I don't drink anymore."

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