"Why don't we go to that noodle shop?"
Blair pointed excitedly across the street at a tiny corner diner with a flickering red sign that read *Maggie's Rice Noodles.* The smell of spicy broth wafted through the air, tangling with the scent of rain-damp asphalt.
Graham followed her finger and raised a brow. "Didn't you say you wanted a feast? Rice
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