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BENTLEY'S POV

I stared down at the table while pretending to read the menu to keep my mind off of everything else. I couldn't stand this guy anymore, I couldn't even sit still long enough to finish my meal. My legs were bouncing uncontrollably underneath the table and I felt like throwing up every five minutes.

This whole situation made me sick to my stomach - being stuck inside a restaurant with this complete and utter loser was not what I wanted.

“What do you do for fun, Bentley?” the man said while taking a sip of his now cold drink. I looked up from my menu to see him gazing at me intensely.

I tried desperately to find something interesting to say, but the words were stuck in my throat.

What did one say when they were forced to listen to a complete stranger ramble about himself for hours? Did this guy even realize that I was only trying to enjoy my lunch?

I decided to humor him. “I don't work or play sports or exercise as much as you seem to think I should.” I lied.

“Well you can
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