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... d-red. She waltzed in like she owned the place. On her arm was a guy I vaguely recalled—Joshua, I think his name was. Tall, muscular, smirking. Trailing behind them were four other guys, all loud and cocky, their laughter echoing through the diner like bad weather.
They slid into a booth in my section.
Greta was in the back with deliveries.
I took a breath. I could do this. Just stay professional. Be polite.
I approached their table, notepad and pen in hand.
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