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“How about the food? Did you enjoy that?”

“Not really”

Neal took a big bite of his burger and chewed slowly

“You’re not htly

Elena closed her eyes with a sigh and collected herself

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to be rude I’m just preoccupied”

“That call you were just on…?” Neal asked, trailing off

“Yeah, well,” Elena replied, “every job has its share of probleuess”

“Oh, for sure,” Neal agreed “I used to wait tables at Casey’s It was a zoo in there, and the custo customers”

“Was this in high school?” Elena asked

Her interest in hiined that he was the type to wait tables Her eyes roved over his perfect suit, his expensive coat, his Cartier watch, and she wondered how he had s around for himself She wondered if it would be appropriate to ask

“This was a couple of years ago,” he said “I’ve worked in a few different restaurants, but Casey’s was the worst”

“How many different restaurants?”

“Five,” Neal told her

He was beginning to relax He found that she was easy to talk to, and it helped that she was pretty He couldn’t help thinking that she had sad eyes, though