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My collection of stolen cutlery. Every time a restaurant has gotten my order wrong, I take a utensil as a reminder. My collection is extensive. Ariel would be jealous.
“That good, eh?” With her mouth stuffed, she nods absentmindedly, keeping her eyes glued to the sandwich in her hands. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl who was more interested in her food than me, other than my sisters. I huff a laugh and pick up my burger, taking a hearty bite as well. If she’s not being dainty about eating, neither am I.
Her beauty is subtle, understated. Instead of reaching out and slapping you across the face, forcing you to pay attention, it lures you in bit by bit.
