The Alpha Twins; My Mates
The waiter, Keiji, bit his lip, squinted his eyes, and nodded slowly, thoughtfully.
"Sure," Keiji said, grabbing his menu, and I noticed how their fingers briefly touched. Shane growled lowly. We all glanced at him, but he covered it up with a cough. "And you guys?" the waiter asked.
"Recommend something for us," Tate said.
"Not US, I know what I want, unlike other people," Beth snapped suddenly, briefly glancing at my brother.
"Everyone was having a hard time picking—" but Beth cut off Tate.
"I'll have Dongkatsu, thanks, Keiji," she smiled tightly and handed back her menu. "And a Ramune soda, please."
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