She spins her food buzzer around and around in circles upon the dark wooden surface of the table. Sounds of arcade games dinging, laughter, and chatter fill her ears, while the smell of fried food reach her nose. Her foot, dressed in a black ballet flat, begins to tap impatiently as the buzzer remains silent.
She looks up to the voice of the boy sitting beside her, a smile appears as she listens to his joke. She continues to scan the dining room, searching for a sign of food, like a lion on the prowl. She brushes her dark hair away from her fair face leaning close to hear a story from her companion. Laughter erupts as his story concludes. Suddenly she jumps in alarm, the buzzer is flashing fire engine red and rumbling against the table, "finally", she exclaims and leaps up to claim her lunch.
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