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REMEMBERING HIS GIRL WAS hungry, Ransom took the three to a small roadside family owned restarurant, the group sitting in a corner booth. The couple sat across from Marta, Ransom's coat disgarded while Quinn's signature black leather jacket was back on her body. Despite being rich and having her own clothing line, Quinn prefers a leather jacket, jeans, and boots, yet when she's with Ransom's family or her own her style will switch to something more classy. If you ask Ransom, he preferably likes to see his girlfriend in leather.
As waitress walks by, Ransom flags her down, "Hey, I'll take an extra bowel." The waitress mumbles a sure before walking away.
Glancing up at Marta and seeing the girl staring out the window, her skin paler than usual and her brain moving a million miles, Quinn frowns, looking towards her own bowl of potato soup. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she shoves her own bowl towards Marta. "Eat, you look like you're about to die."
Marta snaps out of whatever overthinking trance she as her eyes flickered between the bowel and the blonde. "Quinnie, I can't. That's yours."
"Don't make me spoon feed you, Marta." Quinn scoffs, grabbing onto her water glass of water, bringing the straw to her lips. "Eat. Besides when Ransom get's his I'll steal it." Ransom turns to his girlfriend, his lips parted, giving her a really look while she sent him a wink.
As Marta shovels the soup into her mouth like a wild animal, she releases a large breath of exhale out of her nose. "This is a nightmare."
Ransom, who was quiet majority of the time they were there, finally spoke up, adjusting his arm that was resting on the back of the booth, his fingers toying away with Quinn's hair. "Uh huh. So why?"
"Why." Marta repeats, staring off into space while shoving another spoon of potato soup into her mouth. Then she glances over at Quinn's hand, the usual little rings she had on her middle finger and index finger, but no ring on the ring finger. Raising her eyebrow she glances up at Ransom with confusion. Marta was positive Ransom had finally proposed to her.
Seeing the questioning look on Marta's face, Ransom gives her a subtle shake of his head, clearing his throat as he did so. "Why." He repeats and both girls at the table give him weird looks. Crossing his arms, he places them on the table. "Hey, this is everything. There has to be a bigger reason why and you know it."
Marta clenches her jaw, dropping the spoon into the bowel causing the soup to splatter. "Well how about it had more to do with you guys than with me."
