Alyssa and Trenton sat facing each other at a tiny table, their hands joined beside the empty plates and glasses. The waiter placed a fresh candle on the table since the other had almost completely burned out, and refilled the last of the champagne before he began to clear the dishes. Once he left, Trenton glanced around the restaurant briefly and then focused more closely on Alyssa. The candlelight reflected off his silk tie and cumberbund as he reached into the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket. "Alyssa," he said quietly and seriously. But before he could continue, Alyssa's forehead puckered into a frown. She let go of Trenton's hand and held on to the edge of the table. She started looking around the room urgently, with panic on her face. Trenton thought he heard her growl. Could that be? Suddenly, Alyssa jumped up from her chair, said "Sorry - be right back," and hurried in the direction of the bathroom.
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