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Lance blinked and stuttered.  “Oh.. I uh… sorry I didn’t mean to be nosy.”  Earth and stars, he needed to put it together.  Dripping jacket over one shoulder, Lance swung around to face the girl who’d tugged on his sleeve.  “um… uh… I don’t have any…” Lance set his cup down dug through is pocket to find his receipt, and handed it over to the girl.  “Sorry I… no pen.”