Violet | After
I approach the counter after finishing my fries. The guy who owns the place is called Logan as he told me and he's really nice. Asked me where I'm from, where I'm going, if I have my train ticket in order. Caring, like a dad.
"Can I have a vanilla milkshake please?" I ask. "To go this time."
"Sure," he replies with a smile. "But, kid, I just saw you drink a chocolate shake and too much milkshake ain't good for your health."
"I know," I say, pulling out my money. "This is for a friend."
When I meet Max back at the station, he gives me a weird look as I try to balance holding the shake and taking my suitcase onto the train. He sighs and takes my case, letting me carry his shake in peace.
"What's that, Ace?" he asks as we take our seats.
"This is for you." I hand it to him. "It won't get s
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