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It was Devon’s number on the screen. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop being an i***t, but voices were coming from the other end of the line.
“May I help you?” It was a woman speaking. If she was surprised to have a random teenager show up, I couldn’t hear it in her voice.
Elizabeth leaned in close to listen, our faces a breath away from touching.
“Just wanted to check the place out,” Devon said in his I’m so cool, I only listened to half of what you said voice.
“Are you interested in a meal?” the woman asked.
“No.” The sound of fabric rubbing on the microphone distorted a few of the words. “…creepy guy, and I was hoping he’d be here.”
“I don’t know whom you're speaking of.” The woman’s voice was decidedly tenser now.
“Funny,” Devon said, “because I saw him come in here a fe
