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You are greeted by stares from both Ami and Jax, and you hold up your hand to ward off their questions, explaining to them that the waitress had spilled something on your shirt and offered to clean it for you in exchange. "Yeah…we kinda noticed that first part when you went away with her just now," Ami says. "But why the shirt-cleaning bit? Doesn't that sound kinda weird to you?"

You shrug and say it doesn't really matter since it was a cheap t-shirt; even if waitress was stealing it, it isn't really worth that much. Jax nods slowly and says, "Well, I think it's time we go back and get you something else to wear instead." You turn to him and ask what's wrong.

"That shirt's way too tight for you, or didn't you notice earlier when you were putting it on?" Jax gestures at the people around you, some of whom are staring at you appreciatively. You glance back at your friends before all three of you nod and raise your hands at once.

"Check please!"

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