[He doesn't take his food just yet. Just reaches for the milkshake, taking his cigarette out of his mouth so he can sip at it. She'll probably leave just as soon as she gets the chance, so he's happy to have her act as a glorified table until she gets sick enough of him or seems like she might be up for shagging him.]
That's okay. I wouldn't tell. I bet you could make it up to me.
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That's okay. I wouldn't tell. I bet you could make it up to me.