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Rose smiled at him as they walked in and were led to a table
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"You want a bottle of anything?" He asks,looking at the menu.
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"Not tonight." She said, glancing at the menu
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"Alright,just a glass for me then." He says,closing the menu.
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"What are you getting for food?" She asked
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"Ribeye." He says,folding his hands infront of him.
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Rose set down the menu and looked at him. "What'ya thinking about?" She asked
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"Just about how lucky I am." He says,a smile on his face as the waiter came. "Im gonna do a ribeye,medium rare and a glass of champagne,please."
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Rose ordered grilled chicken on a salad before turning back to Caden. She smiled at him. "I love you" She said quietly
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"I love you too.Now,about that McLaren......what color do you want?Because I don't want it to show up and you not like it." He says,gladly taking his champagne.
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