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// Story Scraps - "Hold on..." (scrapped dialogue exchange) 
// Story: Pony-Me™: Outtakes 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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The car briefly jolted as Samantha shifted into Park. 

"Aaaand we're here!" She cheered, unlocking the doors. "Haven't been to this place in quite a while!"

The chime of bells welcomed the trio as they entered the café.   

"Oh, welcome back, Samantha!" greeted a voice behind the counter, "Long time no see!"

Samantha nodded. "Thanks."

"Just pick a place to sit," she began, turning to Lisa and Timothy, "I'll order. What do you want?"

Both sister and brother shrugged. Samantha paused in thought for a moment, before her face lit up.

"Just find a seat for now," Samantha continued, "I think I know what you two'd like."

"Er... okay then," Lisa mumbled, taking Timothy by the arm. "C'mon, this spot looks nice."

The two filed into a booth before falling into an awkward silence. Timothy turned around, peering over the back of the seat at the occupant of the corner booth.

"Hey Tim, get down. It's rude to do that." Lisa scolded, pulling on her brother's shirt.

"Oh, it's fine," the girl in the corner booth dismissed with a wave of her hand, "he's not bothering me."

Now, it was Lisa who turned, staring at the child in the booth behind them. The young girl took another sip of her hot chocolate, smiling back at Lisa and Timothy.

"Hi!" she peeped.

Lisa returned with a hesitant wave of her own. 

"Um... hi?"

"Hey," Samantha exclaimed, returning to the table, "Lisa, you drink coffee, right?"

Lisa spun around to face her friend. "Whuh?"

"...Nevermind. I bought some shakes for the three of us anyways."

"Ooh!" the girl in the corner booth blurted, "Yo-you're Samantha Hayes! I'm working at your company!"

Samantha snorted, placing her receipt on the table. "You're just a kid. Are you sure that you're with us?"

The girl nodded, taking another sip of her hot chocolate. "Yeah! I'm at the front desk!"

"Here," Samantha sighed patting the corner of the booth, "come and sit with us. How old are you, anyways?"

"Twelve!" the girl cheered, slinking out of her booth. The oversized labcoat draped around her shoulders slipped off one side, dragging on the floor behind her. "My dad works there, too!"





"So..." Samantha groaned, rubbing her forehead, "TechSIG has a middle schooler as an intern, who runs the front desk of the company's lobby."

The girl nodded. "Yeah, though it's only because my dad works there too."

"Do you at least go to school still?" Samantha asked, "I don't exactly like the idea of using child labor in the company. Heck, you still haven't even told us your name."

The girl stuck out her tongue, making a face. "Duh, I still go to school!" she argued, "I can only work at the company anyway because my dad's practically running it!"

She paused for a moment to finish her hot cocoa. "And my name's Zoey, by the way."