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Adi ignored the comfortable booths at the back of the restaurant. Feeling a little vindictive, she asked to be seated at a table for four, large enough not to feel crowded, exposed enough to make Mrs. Worthington feel uncomfortable. She sat down and looked around.
At this time of day, Umberto’s was the only place in town that served better food than burgers and pies. It was busy and bustling with students and office workers on their lunch break. The smell of garlic and the piped-in Italian pop music made her smirk. Grandmother would hate this.
A tall, olive-skinned waiter with a harried smile approached the table. She ordered a bottle of water and watched him leave appreciatively. Not as sexy as Honi’s, but nice butt nevertheless. She sat up straight and frowned. She couldn’t stop thi
