Sylvia's eyes went wide as she glanced at the man beside her, blurting out, "He's my Uncle Rupert. Distant relative."

"Distant or not, family's family! Mr. Rupert, you're actually... Uncle Rupert?"

Ms. Ward nearly dropped the plate of pierogi in her hands.

Sylvia quickly reached out and took the plate. "Yeah, he was just passing by. He's leaving now."

As she spoke, she nudged Rupert with her elbow, hinting for him to get moving.

But Rupert stayed put, steady as a rock, his eyes dropping to the plate of pierogi.

Ms. Ward, ever sharp, asked carefully, "Would you like some, Mr. Rupert? I made plenty."

Sylvia jumped in before he could answer. "He's good! He already ate with someone else. I'll eat with you."

Rupert's eyes flicked over to Sylvia, voice calm. "You didn't eat with anyone else?"

The room fell silent, awkwardly so.

Ms. Ward glanced between them. Uncle and niece, right? Then why did this sound like a squabble between kids?

tension, Ms. Ward clapped her hands. "Let's just eat together. You two go sit,

Ward had already disappeared into

Rupert a glare fit to

seem bothered, removing his shoes politely at the door, hanging his

steaming plates

gestured for Ms. Ward to

sat next to Sylvia, sharing a

already eaten dinner and wasn't hungry. She gnawed on her

could he still be

chatting. "You know, the Garcia family really does

big brother giving you a ride home was your boyfriend. He's

pick a

Ward's mouth.

Ward chewed, then, with

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said, "Sylvia, I mean well. That boyfriend of yours is unreliable. Dropped you off once, and now that you're working late, he's nowhere to be seen. Doesn't

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Ward, never shy,

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