She ordered while I studied the wall-mounted menu. "A number twelve, no tomatoes, and I'll have one of these," she said, gesturing to a bottled water.She turned and spoke to me; I can't remember what she said, but I remember looking into her eyes.The cashier forgot her change, interrupting my order. I restarted, "a number four, no tomatoes, and a Mello Yello.""No tomatoes!" she exclaimed, punctuated with a high-five.

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