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g　Blair’s　pounding　headache。　She　couldn’t　even　think　about　what　she　was　planning　to　order　for　brunch；　let　alone　toast　to　her　future。

Since　when　does　Blair　not　want　to　toast　something？

“Future　lawyer。”　Blair　rolled　her　eyes。　“I　have　to　go　to　law　school　before　I　can　actually　practice　law。”

She　knew　she　should　be　more　excited　that　she’d　been　officially　offered　a　job　at　McMahon　Cannon；　but　she’d　received　the　call　right　in　the　middle　of　eating　a　bagel　in　Nate’s　kitchen。　The　offer　was　an　unwele　reminder　that　she　really　was　a　grownup；　that　the　fun　and　giggly　and　totally　innocent　night　in　Nate’s　bed　was　probably　her　last；　that；　whether　she　liked　it　or　not；　she’d　chosen　a　path　for　her　life。

Which　is　a　heavy　realization　pre…brunch。

Blair　cautiously　sipped　her　champagne。　She　hadn’t　told　Chuck　where　she’d　spent　last　night。　It　was　just　easier　if　he　assumed　she　and　Serena　had　one　glass　too　many　of　wine　before　they’d　both　headed　back　to　the　Upper　East　Side。

“What　are　you　thinking？”

Blair　tried　to　suppress　a　sigh。　She’d　always　hated　that　question。　“What　am　I　thinking？”　she　parroted。　“That　there　should　be　some　fucking　service　here。　We’ve　been　sitting　here　for　twenty　minutes；”　she　snapped　in　annoyance。　She　hated　waiting。

“Are　you　okay？”　Chuck　asked；　placing　his　hand　protectively　on　top　of　hers。

Blair　resisted　the　urge　to　pull　away。　For　some　reason；　Chuck　was　so　annoying　today。

“I’m　just　tired。　Maybe　it’s　a　cold　or　something；”　Blair　lied；　pulling　on　the　sleeve　of　her　black　Vince　cashmere　sweater。　She　hadn’t　even　gone　home　to　change　after　the　impromptu　sleepover。　Maybe　that　was　her　problem。　A　nap；　a　shower；　and　a　change　of　clothes　and　she’d　be　fine。

If　only　it　were　that　simple…。

Chuck　nodded。　“I　thought　we