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"I should probably do that, too. The last thing I need is a stomach ache... it's just so good." Looking around, Celeste waved over the waiter to order a soda, realizing she had no drink. By the time it arrived, she was already on her third taco. "I usually have food left over. As long as Benji doesn't eat up everything, I'll happily send a plate. Just... let me know if you have any food allergies or anything like that because I'm not trying to kill you." Taking a sip of her soda, she smiled.

"Oh come onnnn, don't make me look like a pig by myself," she teased with a smile. "If they delivered, I'd... well, I'd probably still cook, but less often. Cooking is like therapy for me, I'm always in the kitchen. Let me find out I need to start sending plates over," she chuckled.

“I’ve never had a real caramel apple, just the lollipop ones. Wait, let me try, let me try.” Picking up a taco from her own plate, Celeste bit into it and let her eyes roll back dramatically. “This is... so good. I’m about to order ten more,” she said between chewing, taking another bite.

"Who eats granny smith apples? Aren't those the green ones? Those things are bitter as hell. I'd rather take some watermelon and grapes." Looking up as the food was placed in front of them, Celeste covered her mouth with her hands and stared at her plate as if it was sent from heaven.

"Who cares about cellulite? I think you look great." Laughing a bit, she sat back and pretended to think. "What's wrong with kale?! When's your birthday? Because I know exactly what I'm getting you."

"That sounds mildly racist, but I'm Celeste. Who are you, tall hungry person?"

"Oh my god, same. I spend more money on food than... anything. All I do is cook, and snack." Furrowing her eyebrows, Celeste leaned forward over the table, giving Yessi a confused look. "You HATE that? You hate that your food goes to your–. You could always share."

Her jaw dropped as she listened to Yessi order, waiting until she was done to chime in. “I’ll take the same thing, minus the daiquiri.” Laughing, she shook her head, “I didn’t expect you to order all that. Where does it even go?”

"Just a strawberry daiquiri? Oh okay, cool. I heard those were good." Unlocking her phone, she swiped to the screen where her Uber app was located and then looked back to Yessi with a smile, locking her phone back. "I won't be 21 until November so... no drinks for me." Seeing the waiter come over, Cel sat back. "You can go first."

"Why are you so–. I still don't have any tacos....."