[ It's as though there is a shift in the air, figuratively, literally, both, and it has Claire inhaling sharply and holding it. Maybe she's imaging it. Maybe this is just causing some sort of waking dream syndrome considering the things she fantasized about last night combined with today. She's casting a fruitless look around when the other lady finishes, and Claire pretends to be fussing over her hair, her outfit, until the restroom is only housing herself. Herself and her Peter. ]
I think that we should pay for our food. I think we should pay for our food and go somewhere more private to talk.
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herPeter. ]I think that we should pay for our food. I think we should pay for our food and go somewhere more private to talk.