Reyadidn''tevenofficiallyqualifyasasuspectyet.

        AsJunwasabouttostepintotherestaurant,ayoungmixed-racemancameout,bothhandsclutchingseveraltakeoutbags.Junsteppedasidetoholdthedoorforhim,givingthemananinstinctivesecondglance.

        "Welcome,"cameafamiliarvoice.

        Junlookedtowardthedimmerinterior,asharpcontrasttotheblazingsunlightoutside.Reyastoodthereinanapron,smilingbrightlyathim.

        "Reya...you''re—?"Junstarted,steppinginsideasthedoorclosedbehindhimwithasoftjingleofthebell.

        Reyagaveaplayfullittletwirl."HowdoIlook?"

        "You—"Junbarelygotawordoutbeforeasharp,irritatedvoicecutin.

        "Reya,stopslackingoff."

        Reyastuckouthertongue,grabbedalaminatedmenufromthecounter,andgesturedtowardanemptytablebythewindow.

        "Thisway,sir—isthisseatokay?"

        Junglancedoverhisshoulderatthemanwhohadjustspoken.Itwasthesamemanhe''dseenlasttime,theoneconstantlywipingtables.Theowner,mostlikely.

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