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“Thank you, Rema Santo.” Radar is curt, a little too quick with his response as his cheekbones color further and turns with an almost relieved exhale as Colton passes him with a pat on the shoulder to tell him to move.

They leave with him pulling the door closed behind them so we can eat in peace and not even a glance in our direction as they disappear between the crack. I glance to her crestfallen face as she goes back to her food, not the first time I’ve seen the slight disappointment in her brief interactions with her ex-guard and this time I can’t hold my tongue.

“You like him, don’t you?” I smile encouragingly as Sierra’s face flames crimson and she drops her fork with clumsy fingers.