"No, we can do that. More convenient," she says, turning into the driveway.
"I've got this." Natalie instantly summoning her wallet from her bag on the floor. "They better not disappoint." Her voice is a little quiet now, as if she can sense that hurt from where she sits. And maybe she can. She likes to think she knows him better than most.
"I was gonna offer - my idea and all." His wallet's somewhere in his tool belt, but it's not an issue to find it if Natalie changes her mind. He shrugs; it really doesn't matter, but the fries are worth it.
"They won't," he promises. "I think they've got some kind of secret ingredient. That's gotta be why I couldn't recreate them at home. I'm on a mission to figure out what it is, and ironically, it isn't actually rosemary."
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"I've got this." Natalie instantly summoning her wallet from her bag on the floor. "They better not disappoint." Her voice is a little quiet now, as if she can sense that hurt from where she sits. And maybe she can. She likes to think she knows him better than most.
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"They won't," he promises. "I think they've got some kind of secret ingredient. That's gotta be why I couldn't recreate them at home. I'm on a mission to figure out what it is, and ironically, it isn't actually rosemary."