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When she began to smile at the sound of Alex being lost without her, Roman was sure he had her. He was surprised how easy it was, and was prepared to leave as soon as she got off work to go back to Finn's and get the two of them back together. That, however, didn't happen and he realized that it was childish of him to even think that. Brooke continued her waitress role, pretending to put in a real order before walking away. He wasn't sure if that meant he was dismissed, but he wasn't going anywhere until he got an answer out of her; he could wait another hour or so without problem. She did return one time with a cup of tea in his hand. Despite himself, a child-like smile formed on his lips. He'd always had a sweet tooth, and being twenty didn't change anything. He opened his mouth to say something, but she only smiled at him tightly before walking away.

Roman watched her leave before rolling his eyes exasperatedly. When she returned a second time, he was again pouting. This time around he was ready to make an embarrassing scene until she complied with him, but she didn't come empty handed.

"I don't believe I recall agreeing to be anyone's bitch," he said as he stuck his hand into one of the bags and pulling out a handful of fries. They burned his tongue, but the excess salt made up for it. Brooke left with quickly after telling him to meet her at Finn's in a couple of hours, again before he could respond. He smiled to himself as he dug into his back pocket and pulled out his raggedy wallet. He figured this had been Brooke's plan all along, but being Brooke, she couldn't just comply right away. And although it was funny in this situation, it indirectly cost her her relationship. Roman wasn't entirely sure what made her like this, as he didn't know much about her past even though they had known each other for such a long time. It was almost a silent de facto that neither of them spill about their sob stories. Everyone had one; not everyone needed to know about it.

Killens dropped a five dollar tip on the table, despite Brooke picking up the tab. It was his way of saying, "I'm holding you to it" in terms of her meeting him later that evening; the fact that it was a five and they were meeting at five was merely coincidence, but he realized afterwards that it was confirming. He knew she probably wouldn't like it very much, as she didn't really believe in helping out others if there was no reward for you, but that wasn't his philosophy. He wasn't sure where she was living, or how. If not anything, it was to make up for the jackasses who seemed prone to her section.

Killens left with the two bags in hand, the bottom of them a darker, burnt brown from the grease and steam. He knew that Brooke was good at heart; he still couldn't figure out why she could be the way she was. Regardless, it probably wasn't his place. And even if it was, now wasn't the time to dwell into the abyss Brooke's unexplainable nature. He would meet her in a few hours, and hopefully things went well.