After taking a deep breath to calm herself, Jen headed back into the restaurant. Torn between retunring to Kevin (which she wanted to do) and comforting Lance (which she felt she had to do), she mentally flipped a coin and went to find Lance.
"What happened to Lance?" one of the cooks asked, "He came storming in here and went into the walk-in."
Jen mumbled something about how she didn't know and headed in behind Lance.
The walk-in cooler was cold, as one would expect. The floor was filthy, with years of shredded cheese and dirt matted into a kind of perma-crud. Kegs of beer and tubs of cheese lined the left wall. Racks of balled dough and sliced beef occupied most of the right; the back wall was blocked by Lance, who faced away, shoulders shaking.
"Lance, I'm - I'm sorry."
"Is that all you think of me? Just a fat kid who lisps?" he asked, without turning around.
"No! That's not it at all! It's just that you used to lisp and now you don't. I noticed it. That's all!"
"So I'm just a fat kid who used to lisp?"
"No! Lance, you are a sweet guy who works hard and takes care of his friends. You're fun to be around and smart, too."
"So why are you dating Kevin and not me?"
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