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Hanuel exited his side of the car, I glanced down at my phone for one final time for a text, traveling to my side to open the door. I mumbled my thanks shyly, slid the device back into the pocket of my skirt, and waited for him to lock the car. A couple of beeps rung in my ear before he linked his arm with mine and guided us to the front door. We were greeted by older women and men welcoming us and showing us to a table. A waitress came out from a set of double doors to bow kindly and with little word, hand the both of us menus.