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When Quinn thought about how she’d worked up that

appetite, she had to put her hand up to her mouth to stop from

giggling. She felt so happy. Happier than she’d been in years

and years. She picked up her menu instead of thinking about

how that feeling couldn’t last forever. Maybe it couldn’t

exactly, but with hard work and some ingenuity, it could grow

and change. Quinn decided to stick with thinking about that.

Looking forward, even if it was a scary, messy, haphazard sort

of direction.

She flipped up her menu and browsed it quickly. “Oh

my God, I see what you mean. Pizza fries. Quesadillas. Cherry

meatballs?”

“Pumpkin cheesecake…”

“Garlic sticks with parmesan cheese.”

“Peach pie.”

“We should just order it all.”

“Oh god. The portions look massive.” Dallas motioned

with her head to the table beside them where a couple who

looked like they were out on a date was eating. The lady had a

salad and the bowl took up half the freaking table. Her date

was working away at a massive steak.

“You’re right.” Quinn felt like giggling again. The

giddiness had to be happy bubbles. She felt like a giant bottle

of champagne, ready to bubble over if she was uncorked and

shaken. Or maybe it was just uncorked. Just went to show how

little she knew about champagne.

“Should we get two things and split it? And two

desserts.”

“We could order dessert first. They do look amazing.”

“Aren’t there rules about that?”