Matt slid into the booth in an untidy sprawl of limbs and hair and cigarette smoke as the waitress brought the pie. He did what any self-respecting person would do and spoke to her first, grinning. "Can I get one of those? And a really, really big cup of coffee?"
She snorted, but seemed more amused than not, so he counted it as a win as he looked over at Gabe. "Hi, how're you, eat your pie, what's up?"
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