[Kaneda bounces on his heels, letting his feet tap against the tile of the joint as he waits, hands stuffed in his pockets. He can hear the music playing idly in the background, watching as the workers start to pile on the burgers.]
...
[But then there's her soft whisper as they wait, Japanese music to his ears. But what she said cuts that instantly, eyes widening as he looks at her.]
Ken told you that?
[It's a little louder than her whisper, and the cashier notices, so he'll lower his voice for this next bit.]
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...
[But then there's her soft whisper as they wait, Japanese music to his ears. But what she said cuts that instantly, eyes widening as he looks at her.]
Ken told you that?
[It's a little louder than her whisper, and the cashier notices, so he'll lower his voice for this next bit.]
He should talk.