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Chelsey
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I looked down the street and noticed a small diner at the end of the block. “There,” I pointed at it. “Do you think they might have walked over there?”
“Probably,” he said, unlocking the trunk. He shoved our bags inside and slammed it shut. “Although, neither of them have money.”
“Maybe they’re waiting for you to walk over and pay for it,” I replied.
“I guess we’re supposed to be mind-readers now,” he answered as we walked back to the sidewalk and followed it to the restaurant. Sure enough, they were both inside and already eating.
“Thanks for the heads-up,” said Slade dryly as we stopped at their booth. “Next time, leave a note or something.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer. My appetite rules me,” replied Liam, who was holding the largest double cheeseburger
