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    Yvonne chuckled at Margie’s bubbling excitement. “Of course I wille. But tell me—since when do high-end ces start handing out free meal vouchers?”


    Margie’s eyes sparkled with pride. “It was part of a giveaway from some influencer online. Total fluke, but I won! The catch is—it’s only valid for today, so meet me there for lunch, alright?”


    Yvonne raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Alright then. Let me get dressed and I will see you there.”


    They set a time and ce, agreeing to meet at the entrance of the restaurant. By the time Yvonne arrived, Margie was already there, practically buzzing with energy.


    “There you are!” Margie beamed, grabbing Yvonne’s arm the moment she stepped forward.


    “Come on! This is my first time eating somewhere like this!”


    Before Yvonne could respond, Margie dragged her inside.


    Yvonne didn’t say much, simply following Margie into the restaurant and quietly taking everything in.


    As soon as they stepped through the entrance, a staff member approached with a warm smile and gestured for them to follow. He led them down a hallway into a private dining room.


    Inside, the room was cozy and quiet—perfect for a meal without interruptions. Margie perked up immediately and slid the menu across the table to Yvonne.


    “Here you go!” she said brightly. “We’re not paying today, so get whatever you want!”


    Yvonne gave a small smile and flipped through the pages, selecting a few of her favorite dishes. When she was done, she handed the menu back.


    “You go ahead,” she said calmly.


    Margie nodded and took her time browsing the menu, tapping her chin as she considered her options.


    Meanwhile, Yvonne leaned back and began scrolling through her phone to pass the time. Just then, a knock came at the door.


    “Excuse me,” a voice called, “is Miss Jimenez in this room?”


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    Yvonne nced up, puzzled. A young server stood at the entrance, looking around. She sat up slightly.


    “That’s me,” she said, raising her hand a little. “Is something wrong?”


    The server stepped forward politely. “Someone who says he’s your friend asked if you coulde up to the third floor. He’s waiting for you there.”


    Yvonne frowned. “Did he say who he was?”


    The young man shook his head. “He said you’d recognize him when you got there.”


    Yvonne hesitated for a moment, then gave a slight nod and stood. She turned to Margie.


    “Wait here for a few minutes. I’ll go see who it is.”


    She couldn’t think of anyone in particr who might be looking for her, but perhaps someone had noticed her by chance.


    Margie didn’t even look up. “Alright, go ahead,” she said, still absorbed in the menu.


    Yvonne followed the server up the staircase to the third floor. When they reached another hallway, he stopped in front of a private room and pointed to the door.


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