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“I really didn’t know there was an earlier one,” I said to her, causing a few sighs

Malik grinned “No one thinks it’s a weak question now, huh?”

“Did you know Eli owns a Black 1965 Aston Martin DB5 Vantage Convertible?” Guinevere asked, trying to save me

All the guys looked to her

“No way”

“I took a picture” She sang happily and tried to get her cell phone

“No phones at the dinner table,” her mother said

“It’s a 1965 Aston Martin,” Malik said to the older woman

“Mrs Poe, it’s James Bond’s car,” Jeremy added

“No phones at my dinner table,” she repeated sternly

“Yes, Ma’am,” they both said

I chuckeled

For the most part, Guinevere kept the fro on subway platforms to local musicians, the mural she had painted, and even her failed attempt to run I noticed she spoke with her hands when she told her stories, as if she was trying to paint a picture in the air Every once in a while, she would shift her hair to the side, shoot me a small smile, and then focus back on the men around her When she stood up to clear the plates with herthem from her

“It’s fine, I got it Finish your story,” I said, following her mother

“I’ll admit it, City Slicker is pretty smooth” Malik whistled