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They kept up their conversation for quite a long time before they suspected the lamb in the oven should be done. Using, the meat thermometer, their predictions were accurate as Steve proceeded to dish out a considerable size of mint sauce and roast lamb on their plates.
"Thanks," Madison muttered, staring at Steve who brought another chair and kept it beside hers.
Did they intend to eat together again? Would they discuss over dinner or simply close their mouth, savor their meal and then go to bed?
So many thoughts were running through Madison's mind. She hoped it will be the latter. Cause somehow, she loved talking to this man about certain things.
"What for?" Steve had sat beside her, dropping the plate of his cut, roast lamb on the counter while holding the mint sauce.
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