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"Where is this?" she inquires as we enter through the gate.
I had driven us to Hawthorne Asylum, where I knew the food cart pods were better than the one she visited with her cousin.
"You'll find the coolest local food trucks here. Everything is incredible. It's a park, not too fancy; you can just be yourself," I share as we stroll, her eyes wandering around the lively food park under the light bulbs.
"A food park!" she gasps. "How can I choose the best dish?"
"Come," I say, grabbing her hand towards my favorites. "We'll order everything."
We select a spot and agree to spread out to different carts and place orders. I returned earlier, sitting on the bench, waiting for her. And some minutes later, she came back with wide amused eyes and a smile, sitting appropriately next to
