Ben shook his head. Sitting down he asked, “So, you are Marty, right?” He got an incredulous look in response along with a cautious, “Yeah.”“You look way different dressed like that and without any make up on and stuff. Like a pretty guy almost, no offense.” Marty widened her eyes incredulously. “Umm... I have a confession here I obviously need to make. We're in public, so don't you dare punch me, or try to jump me later. I got witnesses who'll be able to verify I was here with you and that you threatened me.” Ben's brows furrowed. “What? Why would I do that?”“Hello, my name is Marty.” Marty extended her hand across the table. “I'm a guy.

— Leona Windwalker

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