After school, Juniper got a call from Shanley.
“Are you free? Let’s get some dinner.” The man’s voice was rich and low, with an alluring quality. “I know a restaurant with pretty good food.”
Through their few interactions, Shanley had discovered the girl’s primary interest: food. She loved to eat. A little glutton.
“Sure,” Juniper agreed without her usual hesitation. She had found that she didn’t mind Shanley’s company. Being with him gave her a strange sense of comfort, almost like her grandfather was still around. She liked it.
“Great, I’ll pick you up,” Shanley said, a smile in his voice. “Find a shady spot to wait so you don’t get sunburned.”
...
Fifteen minutes later, a sleek, dark gray sports car pulled up by the traffic light on the west side of the school. The man unfolded his long legs from the car and walked straight to the wooden bench where she was waiting. He leaned down slightly, a smile playing on his lips.
“Milkshake?” he asked, holding one out along with a small bag of snacks.
Juniper looked up, her eyes meeting his handsome face, and her heart gave another one of those strange, frantic beats.
“Is your bag heavy?” Shanley reached for her backpack. “Let me get that for you.”
Juniper looked down at her hands—snacks in her left, milkshake in her right—and realized it would be awkward to carry her bag. After a moment’s thought, she nodded and handed it to him.
“Let’s go.” A grin touched Shanley’s lips as he took the backpack in one hand, falling into step beside her.
He opened the car door, and Juniper slid inside. As soon as she sat down, she wrinkled her nose at the smell in the car.
“What’s wrong?” Shanley asked softly, noticing her expression.
“It stinks,” Juniper said, looking at him with her clear eyes, her voice muffled. “Do you smoke?” The distaste in her tone was obvious.

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