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"So you remembered my name?" Nate remarked, relaxing in an instant. Before she could get another word in, he followed up on her question, "What, is this the part where some neckbeard with a camera comes in and talks to us about how American society made Reese's kid hulk out on us?"

And like that, his composure was back. It was kind of a weird coincidence that she happened to be working here, but like he figured before - it [i]was[/i] a small town. "Yeah, we can talk. I'll take the waffles with whatever good jelly you got." A hand lazily dug into his left hand pocket and eventually fished out a wallet, withdrawing enough dollar bills to cover the cost and then some extra. "Tip," he said, then pressed it on the counter in front of her and turned back towards the table where her friend with the (probably) fake leg sat, sitting opposite to her. It seemed she'd been joined by a friend.

Who'd have guessed it would've been another familiar face?