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She looked down with a blush and bit her lower lip |
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"It can wait 'till after we get back....if you're still up for it. Other then that..." He trailed off, eyeing the waiter as she dropped off their food. "I'm starving." Marco finished, starting to eat. |
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" o-ok " she said as she picked up her fork and knife and started to cut into the ribeye |
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"You good?" He asks, hearing her stutter and grow concerned. |
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Marcojust nodded, continuing to eat. |
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Marco finished the ribeye, tipping off his can of beer. |
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She soon finished her ribeye and drank some more water |
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"Ready to go?" He asks, taking a look at the bill. "Già, perché così costoso?" Marco asked under his breath, sliding his card to the waiter. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
