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"Alyssa has the best taste of anyone I've ever met. Her decisions are final in all matters."
She sighed a little in frustration. "God, you're stubborn. Abel, we need to destroy that warehouse. It should be our next step. We can't do that...
Their sandwichs were slided out to them at the end of the line and Ferris took his, squinting at her. "We'll let Alyssa decide. She has good taste."
A twinge of annoyance may have crossed her face and she crossed her arms. "I'm not going to get captured. They won't expect me to go back."
"Yes, there is," he replied. "It's tuna. That settles it. You have terrible taste."
She hesitated before continuing. "Well... yes. But I think you might not have thought this through all the way. I want to do it, Abel. I can...
"That is a timeless snack, my girl," he chided, turning to look at her. "You ordered tuna."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "We gotta start thinking about our next step," she told him tentatively, folding her hands in her lap. "Hear me...
"Oh my God. Okay." He turned to the sandwich maker. "She'll have a tuna sandwich, and could I please just get a peanut butter and jam sandwich?"...
He looked at her, aghast. "What?"
He would hear her come out of the bathroom a bit later and rush into her room, closing the door behind her. It took her a few minutes to emerge,...
He sighed playfully as they got to the front of the line. Ferris looked at her expectantly. "What kind of sandwich do you want?"
She placed her hand on his chest for a moment before pulling away, going to shower.
“No, because I’ll lose my great sandwich.”
She stood up and stretched, before looking down at him. She paused before leaning down and whispering in his ear. “I think you’re wonderful, you...
“You sure?” he teased. “What if I get a better sandwich than you?”
She sat up sleepily. “I’m gonna go shower, okay?”
He flushed, looking down at her. “You can find a hot, kind nomad who has money, and...” He paused. “Why am I telling you this?”
“I’m just still drunk,” she told him sleepily. “I wouldn’t be this close if I was sober.”
“Uh, I have a crush on a beautiful ballerina who is way out of my league and you have a crush on a hobo.”
