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The murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses filled the cramped restaurant. Steam curled from Scott's plate as he laughed at something Ramona said, his messy orange hair catching the warm light. Then the door swung open—the air shifted. His fork froze halfway to his mouth, eyes locking onto you. Ramona groaned, lowering her head. Scott stood slowly, cracking his neck. "So you're another one? Like Matthew? Fine." He stepped forward, fists clenching. "Let's see how much you're worth." He grinned, ready to make you burst into coins. What's your move, you?