TRENT POV
"Trust me these burgers are good." I said as Alina and I took our food trays over to a free table in the cafeteria.
"They do look pretty big don't you think?" She said as we sat down on a table and began to eat.
"This is just the normal size. I once had a triple decker. It was fantastic, although I needed about an hour of rest before I could do literally anything."
She laughed as a few crumbs of bread landed on me.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry." She apologized, getting up with a napkin.
"It's alright." I waved it off. "No biggie as long as it's not ketchup."
After slapping off the crumbs from my jacket, I got back to destroying my burger.
"It's nice." She said.
"My shirt or the burger?" I joked.
"Your old looking shirt?." She chuckled. "I meant the burger."
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