Somehow another skater manages to squeeze
behind Dante in the buffet line, putting much needed space between
himself and Josey. He’s as quick as he can be, juggling two plates
in one hand, scooping double helpings of the food onto both of them
before moving on down the line. When he gets to the eggs, though,
there aren’t many left, and he empties the serving platter between
his plate and Ryan’s. “I’m sorry,” he tells Josey as he hands her
the ladle. “You didn’t want any, did you?”
For a second she frowns at the empty platter
and he’s sure she’ll just say no—what other choice does she have?
They’re all gone and besides, he’s the one who emptied them,
she wouldn’t say anything about it to him. Taking the ladle
from him, she scrapes at the platter and sighs. “I guess not,” she
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