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“Sadly, yes he did. And even sadder, I knew all about them.” Her nose wrinkles yet again because nothing can wipe those mental images made out of her overactive imagination. Xander had told her all about what he had witnessed in that cemetery. And there’s not enough brain bleach in the world.
She walks into the pizza parlor with him and finds an empty table. He opened the door for her too, which she is putting in his score column for being a cool guy. After sitting down, she sets her book bag down on the floor next to her chair and plucks a menu out of the holder it’s in in the center of the table. “You know it’s like in the world we live in, sometimes you have to work outside of the lines of the law to get good things done. We were considered terrorists for awhile back home but really we were just trying to save the world from vampires and other nameless big bads.”
She looks at him over the top of the menu. “Is there anything you hate on pizza? Cause I like everything but jalapenos.” One of those girls who picks at their food in front of a cute boy, she is not.