Ordering In

Across the table, Hendrick shook his head. “Idiots,” he muttered. He pushed the drink to the side and pulled out his mobile phone. “You hungry?”

The titan blinked and laughed. “Chinese?” he suggested, reaching for the flyers on the counter. He fanned the selection out like a hand of cards.

Hendrick studied the colourful ads and plucked a green one out of the titan’s grip. “Thai,” the soldier said firmly. “We’re going to be here for a while.”

Tossing the rest of the papers back into the corner, Gregori leaned back in his chair to watch Hendrick peruse the menu.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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