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"I love this song!"
The man in the booth next to us starts tapping on the table, completely messing up the rhythm of the cheesy country tune.
I don't recognize the artist, I've never been a fan of country music and right now I'm really not in the mood to get funky.
Since leaving Parker's house none of my companions have mentioned how we are going to save him and I'm starting to believe that his life isn't on their agenda anymore.
The man starts whistling, producing more air flow than sound. I let my head fall into my hands and groan louder than intended.
"Make him shut up," I press through my teeth but my companions are unimpressed.
"Isabella, you seem stressed," is all Clemens says.
Thank you, captain obvious.
