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   Wasn’t that a list. Calera listened in wonder as Allen went off on a tale, listing off foods order by order. ‘I think I’ll just, yeah. I’m going to wait to order mine.’ She’d get her own food after Allen’s was done. Maybe even snack off of his plates until they were ready for someone new.

Once Allen had made his order, with the cashier promising to bring it to their table, he headed back to the table.

“Aren’t you going to get something?” he asked Calera, seeing she hadn’t ordered. “You really should eat…”