[ He says airily, wearing the same shirt she saw him in last week when he suggested they try to locate a deli in New Amsterdam, of all godforsaken places. Nate settles at the next seat over instead of across the table, reaching for something in his bag and withdrawing a notebook, bound in blue leather.
He slides it toward her with a surreptitious smile. ]
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[ He says airily, wearing the same shirt she saw him in last week when he suggested they try to locate a deli in New Amsterdam, of all godforsaken places. Nate settles at the next seat over instead of across the table, reaching for something in his bag and withdrawing a notebook, bound in blue leather.
He slides it toward her with a surreptitious smile. ]
Your ill-gotten goods, ma'am.