I was about to bite into my hamburger when she sat opposite me.
"You didn't wait for me before ordering?"
I looked at her as I tried to formulate a response, before she reached out and took one of my hands in hers, forcing me to put the hamburger down.
"Please. He's following me."
She said this in a whisper. I didn't look around, and instead asked her about what the delay was.
After a few minutes of talking, she suddenly glanced up, muttered a thanks, and walked away. I never saw her again.
The burger wasn't too bad cold.
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