[She arches her back and pumps her arms, flats click-clacking in rapid staccato over the sidewalk. But when they reach the street corner and skid to a stop, it's...really hard to say who got there first, they were both so close. She rests her hands on her knees to catch her breath, grinning sheepishly.]
How about...ramen...?
[He can get his as spicy as he likes. And she'll get hers with lemon and mayonnaise.]
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How about...ramen...?
[He can get his as spicy as he likes. And she'll get hers with lemon and mayonnaise.]