"I hope you have a good night," Orla said with a smile. Then she waved at him and turned around, letting her mind wander to what she might do that evening. She headed off toward the changing rooms to get her bag, idly debating on if she should go out or stay in. Both had their pros and cons. As she thought about it, her stomach growled a little bit. She realised regardless of what she did that night, she definitely needed to get something to eat. And that thought had her mind wandering to various restaurants she go to and just what she wanted to eat that night.
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