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They ordered. Marie went for the veggie wrap, no broccoli, no peppers, hold the hummus, add spinach. Dakota got a peanut butter and ham grilled cheese on sourdough.
“Do you have sparkling water here?” Marie asked their waitress, Shay, who just turned and walked away.
“Okay then,” Marie muttered to herself. Dakota smiled.
“So, Marie, what got you into the fashion world?” Dakota asked, resting his hands on the table.
“What is this, a business interview?” she asked playfully.
“What if it was?”he responded.
“Then I would have worn a different pair of shoes,” Marie said, smiling and stretching her legs out to the side so that Dakota could see her sky-high black Louboutins.
Dakota didn’t take the bait. He kept his gaze on her face and cocked his head slightly to the side as if he was trying to catalogue a library book on a shelf where all the letters were out of order.
“So, what errands were you conducting outside of my office building?” Marie asked, changing the subject.
“Marie, do you ever get the feeling like your existence on this planet is a complete and utter waste of time?” Dakota asked, blatantly ignoring her question.
“Excuse me?” she sputtered.
“What if I was to tell you that there’s something vitally important that you have to do, somewhere far, far away from here?” he pressed on.
“I think you’ve lost your mind,” Marie replied indignantly.
“Thats fine. I just need you to remember the name Clayessa Preton. Can you do that for me, Marie? Just hold on to that name. You’re going to need it very soon now.”
Shay appeared out of nowhere with their lunch. Marie gazed down at her plate, and then looked back up at Dakota, who was staring at her intently.
“I seem to have lost my appetite,” Marie hissed, grabbing her purse and running out the door.
Dakota watched her go. Shaking his head, he sighed, picked up his sandwich in his right hand, and dematerialized into thin air.