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Kore stared at him blankly. An unreadable expression flashed across her face but vanished almost instantly. A second later another expression appeared; pain this time. She shook her head as if she was trying to clear it. He considered asking her if she was okay but decided it was best not to baffle her with questions and just let her answer this one. 

Finally she answered, her voice thick with confusion, "Anything..." Another pause, followed more confidently this time by, "Except pomegranate..."

"Well, I'm sure that can be arranged," he laughed. 

She was strange; that he couldn't argue with. But she was strange in a nice way. She was different. Everyone in his life was either so boring and straight laced that you couldn't bare to be around them; his father and elder brother and friends were prime examples of this. And his more characterful sister and mother were so messed up there was no point trying to spend time with them. But this girl was... Quirky. She was different and interesting. And, for some reason, he was having more fun talking to her than he had done in a while. 

"What's your name?" she asked suddenly, out of the blue.

For a second, he hesitated. Up until that moment he could have just simply walked away. He still could have just left. But if he gave her his name it was like crossing a line. There was no turning back. Everything he'd ever been told, warning against this kind of thing rung in his head. He'd been told these people were not the type he was to associate with. Low class, beneath him and his perfect rich family.  But it didn't take more than a second for him make up his mind. He was an adult. He didn't care for the money or  what kind of person he was supposed to be. For as long as he could remember he'd been told what to do by other people. But not today.

"I'm Conor," he answered with a smile. He stood up slowly, stretching out a hand to help Kore up, "Come on then, let's get you something to eat. Is pizza okay? There's a Pizza Hut a couple of blocks from here."