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“Coke for me.” He says to her with a smile. Once the waitress leaves to retrieve their drinks, Larry begins flipping casually through the menu. “Everything looks pretty good. But I think I’ll go with the standard burger.” He explains, setting his menu down and leaning back against the cushiony booth. Larry watches her contemplate the nature of her meal and an admiring smile spreads across his face.

After a few minutes, the waitress comes back with their drinks and holds out a notepad in preparation for their food orders. “I’ll have the cheeseburger with no pickles, please.” He requests, looking toward his wife and taking a sip of his coke. Larry hadn’t had soda for a long time. In fact, his diet consisted mostly of water and coffee these days, which isn’t altogether a bad thing. But he should get to indulge every once in awhile.

       Ally had long since settled on a cheeseburger with strips of bacon added, though she continued to read through the menu, until the waitress had come to the table with their beverages. “And I’ll take a cheeseburger, add bacon.” Ally states, before smiling brightly up at the waitress as she offers her menu up to her as she leans f o r w a r d to take a sip of her drink, a soft hum coming from her at the bubbly taste on her tongue from the carbonation.

Upon giving their orders, the young lady heads off to take the ticket to the cook, and Ally shifts about in the booth until she could bring her legs up to cross them easily under her. “Mm, this soda is fantastic – I mean, lately, we’ve been drinking a ton of water, that is when we’re not drinking c o f f e e.” She murmurs as she rests her forearms onto the table and smiles over at him.