Sammy smiled and ordered the house special for the evening. It didn't really matter what it was, she could eat anything, and right now she was occupied by the mental images of their playful banter.
"I wouldn't be my mother's daughter if I didn't have least one for every occasion," she teased when the waitress left.
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