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“Can I get you anything else, Ethan?”
He smiled at Alyssa and understood the look in Zach’s eyes the previous night as the young man described Alyssa’s pancakes. They were unusually good, and their creator was unique herself. He could picture himself at Zach’s age and being attracted to just this kind of girl. Alyssa was tall, thin, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and her classically pretty face could have landed her a modeling job in a big city. As a print model, the publications could have fixed the photos to hide the scars on her face. Most would not have even noticed, but it was Ethan’s job to observe the details in those he met. She was soft spoken and a little shy, and he wondered if she was accident prone.
“One of those travel mugs with the Tanner logo on it filled with coffee
