01-09-2025, 03:21 AM
Ryker was sitting at a corner table in the pizzeria, the exit to the kitchens mere steps away. He was sipping on a glass of water, the cup filled to the fucking brim with ice. It made his tongue hurt every time he took a drink. Fucking Americans... He'd ordered a pizza, but he had little intention of eating it. For now, he was chowing down on a nice, healthy salad. He may be a badass and all around spy, but a dude enjoyed a nice comfortable dump, which meant eat your damn fiber boys and girls.
He was otherwise apparently uninterested in the other patrons, and his gaze continually swiveled toward a football game playing on the outdated LED screens hanging from the ceiling.
He was otherwise apparently uninterested in the other patrons, and his gaze continually swiveled toward a football game playing on the outdated LED screens hanging from the ceiling.