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"You seemed to have ruined her serenity." He chuckled. Gregory dug his hand into the wrapper and withdrew the burger.

Soon the door the the cafe opened and in steps Tad Spencer, accompanied by Chad Morris, and Malcolm Evans. Their Aquaberry sweaters were neatly pressed, sleeves rolled up, their hair combed carefully. They didn't seem to take notice of Josh and Gregory as they approached the counter to place their orders. The contemptuous server lady soon adjusted her attitude to better service these rich men of high fabric and class as a smile, albeit a rudimentary one, formed on her face as she tried to display cordiality.

"Oh great, the rich kids." Gregory mumbled. They'd pick him out like a sore thumb as he was in his weathered old flannel, ripped jeans, and with his unkempt blond hair he'd stick out like an eye sore to them.