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Gripp had been expecting a confirmation of their feelings but instead received a half-hearted reply without having their eyes meet. He strummed his fingers against the table, watching April scratch the back of her head awkwardly. “Did you want to order a drink first?” he asked politely. April nodded, then coyly ordered a rum and Coke for herself. Gripp got the same, and after receiving it from the server, both fell into an awkward silence that neither had experienced. He wondered if he had made a mistake in buying the ring so soon. Perhaps the excitement only existed when they were on the run with their lives on the line. Gripp set the menu down and leaned forward. “I’m not very hungry, actually,” he said. “Me either,” April replied quietly. “Let’s get out of here.” She met his eye
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