SHAWN

“Lunch time, dude,” my Tyrone said. 

I nodded. 

“Who’s that hot chick waiting outside?”

“What?” I said. 

I looked towards the window. 

Anya. 

I walked towards the entrance and opened the door, the little bell ringing and walked out into the cool spring air. 

“Anya? What are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer back, but only stretched out the cooler bag she was holding in her hands. 

“What is that?” I asked. 

“I made you...lunch.”

“That was what you were doing last night?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah,” she said and I could see she was a little embarrassed. 

“Thank you. I don’t know wha...

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