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“What time do you plan on leaving?” I asked Tom when he entered his office. It was just past six and I was thinking about turning in. Yeah, too early for a Saturday, but since I didn’t party anymore, six was a good time to settle down, eat something, and curl up in bed with a good book. Besides, I had stayed here until late last night and had arrived here early this morning.
“I’m not sure, why?” he asked me.
“Because I’m hungry, and I thought you probably know a great typical American diner nearby to take me to.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Are you asking me on a date, Miss Fernandes?”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure I am,” I teased.
“Well, ma’am, I do know a great diner with a greasy burger you have to try.”
“Great.” I smiled. “What time are we leaving?”
He glanced at his cell phone
