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Xander guidesthis back on you before we leave”

I sigh A small reprieve is better than none “Fine,” I mutter reluctantly

“I’ll order our food,” he says, striding away His hair is a ood to me

He returns a few minutes later with our drinks and a slip of paper with our order number

I sip at the soda, trying to ignore the ru of my stomach

“How ?” I ask

He shrugs “A couple of hours”

“By a couple of hours, do you mean two or …?” He looks away “Xander,” I whine

“It’s better if I don’t tell you”

“Ugh,” I groan, just as our order nurab it and coers and two orders of fries

I graba moan I must still make some kind of noise because Xander snickers

“So hungry,” I mutter I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I have no idea what time it is Frankly, I don’t want to ask

I devour er and fries in record tiry

“I’et a milkshake Do you want one?”

He shakes his head “I’ll get it for you” He wipes his hands on a napkin and hops up to get in line before I can blink