redwood
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Once Kaya was done paying - her money had been stuffed into her sneaker, her usual wallet when she didn’t have hers with her - her eyes followed Dustin’s finger. She’d never eaten there before; typically her eating-out was takeout Chinese in the passenger seat of her roommate’s car. She nodded, wrapping her hands around the cup. “Sounds good. I’ll give you my cell number so if we split up later we can figure out times,” Kaya suggested. She rather liked Dustin’s company - something about it felt nice, but she couldn’t put a finger on it.
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