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[ Sabrina's eyes follow the waitress, keeping a lookout on that door that swings behind her until the shadow is had disappeared. She wonders if she has some time now before the waitress returns, looking back at Michael and shifting closer -- as much as the table between them will allow her anyway. ]

Why is that? I mean, why don't you go out with friends often?

[ She glances over at the door again, uncertainty on her face.

She might have to chance it.

Sabrina lifts a hand discreetly underneath the table, swinging a finger so that the latch on the kitchen door turns itself, proceeding to lock to keep the waitress away even longer. She doesn't want her anywhere near, just in case. ]

What do you do for fun when you're alone?