The two strangers got to the waffle station at exactly the same time. (I swear I’m like an award-winning orchestra conductor sometimes.)Cara poured a ladleful of regular batter onto her machine, while Sammy poured her own ladle and grabbed the container of chocolate chips.Wait for it . . .Wait for it . . .Shit! Sammy stared at the mountain of chocolate now piled up on the batter. The cap of the container had come off completely and rolled along the floor right into Cara’s feet.Oh my god, let me help you! Cara sprung to action, as I knew she would, grabbing a broom and dustpan that I’d placed nearby and cleaning up the chips on the floor.Oh, you don’t have to, Sammy stammered. I’m sorry—I don’t know how that happened.Cara swept the chips into the dustpan and surveyed Sammy’s half-cooked waffle, which was now completely coated in messy, gooey chocolate. I mean, I love chocolate as much as the next girl, but even that’s a little much for me.Sammy laughed, then fiddled with the container in her hand. I think some dick unscrewed the top so they’d all fall out. She rolled her eyes. College boys. (Or metaphysical entities. Either one.)Wow, what an asshole, Cara said. People are such idiots.
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