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ᕙ:
>Get a frappé, a croissant and whatever the fuck else.
■-■:
>...order a coffee, pass the menu to Jimena.
<span class="mu-s">Waitress</span>: <span class="mu-i">Your orders?</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Hi, I’d like the menu first. Girls?</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Frappe, eight croissants, and yeah give me the menu too. Little reminder, it’s all on you, Erika. Just in case.</span>
Erika doesn’t care at all. Jimena feels at ease.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">An Irish. Low on the whiskey, extra cream.</span>
The waitress leaves Hush and Jimena each a wide red notebook with golden letters. Jimena opens it, her eyes glancing over the menu. Hush just looks at the waitress as she walks away- then at Jimena.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Do they have like pancakes or something?</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yes. Dulce de leche, cream, bananas, they got creative with this shit. Think I’ll get the same as you. I don’t wanna think.</span>
Their legs are still touching under the table. Peace is addicting.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Okay but she’s getting away! EXCUUUUUSE ME!</span>
Thankfully, the waitress turned around. The lanky girl, like the mouth of a boiling kettle, had managed to rise above the laughter and screaming and youtube sounds right next to them.
