"That place was disgusting anyway," one of the girls said as we walked away from the diner, her nose wrinkled like she'd smelled something rotten. "I could practically feel the grease in the air."

"Don't even get me started with the floors," another remarked. "My heels kept making that gross peeling sound with every step, it was horrible."

Rosa laughed, linking her arm through mine like we'd been friends for years instead of hours. "Honestly, we dodged a bullet."

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