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     eddie doesn’t go to this diner. in fact, he prefers taking his food to-go rather than sit in DIRTY plastic seats with sticky glass table tops. but petey really liked this diner — oh yes. the symbiote remembers that in particular. and he LOVED taking little old mj out here, too. still does, probably. but unfortunately, it looks like little old parker isn’t here. just the SCARLET red hair he catches from behind the seat. why not, eddie? let’s go say HI to her. casual stride in his walk, he passes over to the other side of the table, taking his seat with a relieved sigh, like he’s getting himself too comfortable in her presence, already.

           “ — hey, glad you saved a seat for us, honey. ”

    _{❛    is it totally PREDICTABLE of me to get french toast again?———–    ❜  she muses to herself, and who, she assumes to be her boyfriend, sliding into the opposite booth. she doesn’t look up, studying the menu as if she hasn’t already long-since decided what she wants. it’s not uncommon for peter to be running late, and as she lowers the menu her welcoming grin falls short as green eyes set on the stranger.  ❛    i’m——  i think— wrong table, buddy.    ❜}