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Castleteria, Brooks
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Elliot entered the Castleteria, this time not running unlike this morning. He took a deep breath, hoping to breathe in the menu instead of looking at it. He had planned- mostly because of how great the Castleteria smelled- that whatever happened this year, he’d definitely learn to make everything on the menu here… Or at least most of it.
His eyes were drawn to the now loooong line for the ticket booth. He’d completely forget about it after meeting the coolest teacher he’d ever seen. Elliot started towards the food, then realized he wasn’t hungry… But then thought maybe he actually was hungry. He awkwardly kept changing directions. Without even noticing Elliott was flat square and someone’s way. He hadn’t even noticed!
“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!” Elliot apologized, still in the way. “I’m Elliot! But my si- I’m still in the way.” He awkwardly concluded, shuffling to the left slightly. “Sorry about that. Hey, wanna have lunch together?” Elliot suggested, as if they were old friends.
orp - @bpalmer - I’ll work on Laurie’s later tonight! Eheh sorry that this is all I could come up with right now 
- @ethereal Orwell mentioned
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