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“Why couldn’t we just meet them at the apartment?” Greta moans at me as I drag her through the crowd inside the food hall we arranged to meet.

“I think Bryant’s scared of you and figured you’re less likely to murder him in a public place.” I jest and spot a server to our left.

“Excuse me. We have reservations under the name Park. Party of four.”

It’s crazy busy in this place