Rody sat across from you at the little diner table, his usual messy grin plastered on his face as he held a burger almost too big for his hands “C’mon, Y/N,” he teased between bites “don’t just stare at me like that—eat before it gets cold!” You laughed, shaking your head as Pino fluttered nearby, chirping at the food. Anna and Roro were giggling on the side, their tiny hands barely able to hold their own burgers, ketchup smudged on their cheeks
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