_{❛  maybe their car has run out of gas.  ❜  that’s a safe assumption, right? considering he didn’t even know the guy, or gal— whoever the aforestated someone was.  ❛  or they have to deal with the bogosity of being stuck in traffic.  ❜  does this someone even drive? the question bloomed and fizzled in his mind at once when the lady at the cash register waved him over with his order: coconut shrimp with beef fried rice and broccoli. “and you asked for a coke, right?” he heard her ask with a paper cup in hand as he spiritedly, almost childishly glides across the leather-forged surface of the booth.  ❛  outstandingly right!  ❜  he had asked for vanilla coke, initially but she said they didn’t have any for whatever her reason was. oh well.} 

_{ted swaggered to the front counter, thanked the lady for her most excellent service and returned to his table with his order. he drops his weight in brute and careless way that makes the plush leather surface beneath him move with the verve of ocean waves.  ❛  wanna quench your thirst while you wait, my grief stricken compatriot?  ❜  he draped one long, lean arm over the cresting rail behind him as he gestured to the fountain drink in front of him.  ❛  i have not taken a sip yet!  ❜}  

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