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Amara noticed that there were three crepes left, as well as some strawberry and blueberry syrup. While she stared at the food, debating on what to do, two people entered at different times. Normally, Amara would have paid no mind, but the first had a suspicious white mask on, as well as a coat that reminded her of a trench coat and a creepy demeanor. The few people in the cafe all stared, even the waitress, who came back with take-out boxes. Making use of the distraction, Amara turned to the waitress and coughed slightly.

"May I please have a box?" Amara tried to sound pleasant, but it felt beneath her to speak to some gawking waitress who acted like all costumers were alians. Never-the-less, she snapped out of her trance and handed Amara a box, at which she started to scoop the crepes and the syrup into the box. Surprisingly, the meal still looked good, and appeared as though they would last a few minutes before soaking in the syrup.

Most of what was going on around Amara at that time had been a blur, so it shocked her when Charlie got up to leave out. Before that, she thought she felt a cold glare and the form of a teenage girl out of the corner of her eye, but not enough to gather enough detail about who she was. It didn't seem like she would get the chance, either, for Charlie gave her a puppy dog expression before exiting the cafe.

"What am I, a slave that can be won over by food? If I stay here too long...and with these people..."

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