Does anyone want to soap?
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Antonio thought for a second. Technically, he was supposed to have class right after lunch. But how much could he really miss? And besides, he could always get notes from someone else. "I'm not much of a runner, but walking there sounds great."
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Antonio quickly fell into step beside him, holding his book in both hands so that it bounced against his legs with each step. "So, are you in school? Or do you work?" He asked, looking over at the other.
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"Oh, that's so cool!" Antonio exclaimed. He loved reading, and though he'd always known he'd be terrible at being an editor himself, it was cool to know someone who got to read books before they were published. "I'm still in university. Just the one a few miles from here, actually. I'm studying to be an English teacher."
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"Probably," Antonio agreed, swiping his thumb over the pages of the book. "Well that's still really cool. One day you might just end up editing the next To Kill a Mockingbird."
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"And I'll be glad when I read a book and see you mentioned in the dedications. 'And for my editor, Iann Fraser, whom none of this would be possible without.' I'll teach it in my class," Antonio mused. The smile on his own face was a naturally permanent fixture, so he hardly took notice of how talking to Iann boosted it a bit.
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"Oh, of course! They have to start with the classics. Though I don't think I'd ever torture them with Shakespear. I will never be able to like that." Antonio scrunched his nose up a bit, remembering how boring those weeks were in high school with his teacher who talked through every single sentence of Hamlet. He stepped into the cafe, waiting for Iann. "Where should we sit?"
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He sat down on one side of the booth, huffing. "Lucky. My teacher was so boring. She read really slow, and her hair was like a rat's nest so it was really distracting." He laughed to himself, setting his book down and picking up a menu to glance over.
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"Yeah?" Antonio laughed. Grinning and crossing his legs, he leaned forward, slapping his menu down on the table. "Mine was at least six foot six inches. And she wore heels. We were sitting down and whenever she walked by we got a face-full of Stooks-bum."
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Antonio giggled, looking back down at the menu. "I bet if he'd broken someone's toe he would have stepped on the other foot so at least it would have been evened out." He ordered a coffee for himself as well, but two parts coffee one part cream.
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"Hm, no, not quite," he said, quickly scanning over everything. "But this Philly Cheesesteak sandwich does sound appetizing. How about you?"
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"Maybe I could help you with that sometime," he offered. He wasn't sure where that came from, the promise that they'd see each other again, because this was supposed to just be an 'apology lunch'.
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"That's why I have a phone, where I can make a contact with your name on it." He told the waitress what he wanted; the cheesesteak sandwich with fries.
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"Yep," Antonio took his phone out as well, unlocking it and opening it to his contacts page. "I don't have any music on my phone, I just use youtube."
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He typed the number into his phone, saving Iann's contact, then told the other his own number. "Hm.. I kind of listen to everything. Except for heavy metal. Besides that, my taste varies depending on the day. And you?"
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(And sorry for mine taking a while .3.))
"No, not odd. Piano music is good as well." He put his phone back in his pocket, and set his elbows on the table. "Have you got a favorite song, or artist?"
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