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　　“It doesn’t taste so bad,” I say with my mouth full. The burger tastes better than it did the last time we were here. I didn’t order fries so Ben wouldn’t steal all of it. He’s having pasta with a weird leafy sauce. “How’s your meal?” 

　　Giving me a thumbs up, he says, “Super.” 

　　Ben finishes eating before me, he throws his arm over his seat while watching me eat. My cheeks are rosy pink from all the staring. He doesn’t care to hide it even when my eyes widen in warning. 

　　I finish my burger and he passes me my soda. I have to finish it or else I’ll get a lecture about ordering what I can’t finish. I belch in an unladylike fashion, Ben rolls his eyes but I know he finds it cute. He finds everything I do cute. It goes both ways, really.

　　The waitress who served us approaches our table. Ben and I pull out our wallets and bring out dollar bills. My boyfriend is glaring at me but I push my hands closer to the waitress.