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Quinton Jasevelle
He nodded in agreement, following her out of the rink. Taking a seat on the same bench that he had left his shoes under, he unlaced his skated and set them to the side, pulling on his shoes instead. Standing back up, he stretched, letting out a yawn. After blinking a few times, he picked up his skates and returned them to where they got them. "Thanks again for taking me here." he spoke, turning back to her with a soft smile.

[Aloy]

She brought her shoes up and smiled at him "your welcome. Would you like to go get lunch"she said and walked out with him

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Quinton Jasevelle
He paused once they were out of the building, his gaze moving around the area. "Only if you let me pay this time." he spoke, giving a slight grin as he looked back towards her. She had done so much for him, he only wanted to pay her back. That wouldn't cover the expanse of it, but it was something small.

[Aloy]

"sure. I know a great sandwich shop"she said and pulled her jacket one and started walking down the street.

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Quinton Jasevelle
He gave a small nod, turning and following behind her until he caught up, at which he fell into step beside her. "Sounds good to me." he replied, turning his head to glance over at her. Quinton gave a soft smile, then returned his attention to the sidewalk in front of them.

[muffinthebunny]

bump

[Aloy]

She smiled back at him. "Your going to love this place. They have such good sandwiches "She said and opened the door for him.

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(Hmm, I'm trying to think of some big event that could happen. Any ideas?)

Quinton Jasevelle
He gave a small nod of thanks as she opened the door, walking inside the building and taking a quick glance around. "What's your favorite?" he asked, curiosity making its way into his voice. His eyes trailed slowly over the large menu that hung over the counter.

[Aloy]

(hunters, car accident?)

She walked inside and looked at the menus"my favorite is the BLT"she she said and got in line

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(Sorry, I've had writer's block. Either one works with me.)

Quinton Jasevelle
He gave a small nod, gaze glancing over at her before returning his attention to the menu. Deciding on a Cuban sandwich, he stepped up to the counter and ordered once the person in front of them had. Taking out his wallet, he paused, nodding back to Scarlett. "And whatever she wants." he added.