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“Nope,” I say. “Thank god for small miracles, huh.”

Lily gives a sad smile, like she agrees but doesn’t want to. “Yeah. You want something to drink?”

“Sure,” I say, and now that I think of it, my throat is a little parched.

Lily stands up, and her eyes land on someone behind me. Her face breaks into a genuine smile, and she beckons whoever it is with a dainty hand.

The waiter comes over, dressed in all black with a neon glow stick necklace around his neck. His face is sour, and he glares at Lily. “What can I get you?”

“Hey, Luke,” Lily says, smiling up at him. “I’d like some more fries.” She then looks at me critically, a sneaky smile on her lips. “You want a beer?”

“Uh, sure?” I say. I try to look at Lily. Surely they wouldn’t serve alcohol to minors? She doesn’t look at me, but her smile is still blindingly happy.

“Two Pilsners and fries please,” Lily says to Luke, waving him off with a dismissive hand.

Instead of answering, Luke huffs and stalks away. My eyes widen – what was up hi