“Since when did you start eating banana and blueberry waffles with pecan sauce?” I laugh, staring at the identical plates placed in front of us after we all finally ordered food. We’ve all been chatting about the party, school, work, and nothing in particular. Oddly, we seem to all have gelled easily for a group of people who were separate the day before. Even Christian is looking decidedly at home with two very macho men. Sprawled in the seats and eyeing up everyone’s food.

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