“Is that all she ordered?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah,” Gus answers. “I offered to make her something on the house.”
“Said she wasn’t hungry.”
I glance over to see her lick the spoon. Then turn it over and lick it again before tipping the empty bowl slightly with her thumb. She’s a liar. The damn girl’s starving. “You actually believe her?”
“Not for a second.”
Taking another bite, I try to sound casual, “Did she say where she’s from?”
“Do you care?”
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