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Jamal’s POV

The quaint bell above the door chimed lightly as I and Methis entered the little fast-food restaurant tucked away in a corner of the bustling city. The aroma of sizzling meat and fried potatoes enveloped me, creating an appetizing welcome. The place was adorned with mismatched tables and chairs, each telling a story of countless shared meals and hushed conversations.

I led Methis to a small booth near the window, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the modest curtains. The hum of chatter and the clinking of utensils against plates filled the air, creating a lively backdrop to the rustic ambiance.

A friendly waiter approached, a pad and pen in hand, ready to take our order. His name tag read 'Eddie,' and a genuine smile played on his face.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Bite Haven. I'm Eddie, and I'll be your waiter today. What can I get you folks?"

I returned the smile. "Thank you, Eddie. We'll start with a couple of burgers, fries on the side, and your special drinks