RemainingQuestions
Knight of Doom
Samuel Wright
Samuel watched Lucille and Sesler leave with some confusion. "Wait, weren't we going to get lunch?" With one hand securing the folder he still hadn't opened to his lap, the other hand patted his stomach. Now that the subject of food had been brought up, he really was getting more hungry by the minute. With nary a glance at the mysterious man behind the desk Samuel carefully evaluated the two remaining members of their team. They both looked like the could hold themselves in a fight, especially Sebastian.
With a mind to recall the scene as it had been when he had arrived, Samuel realized that there had only been three cars parked. One of them likely needed a ride, or waiting on a pricey cab. "I know a great place in the city, close to my apartment but also fairly central." Samuel stood up, the folder awkwardly held in his hand, "great parking too." It seemed the thought of food alone was enough to summon more soft growls from Samuel's stomach. Slowly, he could feel a slight blush creeping up high on his cheek bones. Some great impression this was, a nurse that didn't take care of himself. Well. He'd just have to take even better care of them. He smiled, that wouldn't be a burden at all.
Samuel watched Lucille and Sesler leave with some confusion. "Wait, weren't we going to get lunch?" With one hand securing the folder he still hadn't opened to his lap, the other hand patted his stomach. Now that the subject of food had been brought up, he really was getting more hungry by the minute. With nary a glance at the mysterious man behind the desk Samuel carefully evaluated the two remaining members of their team. They both looked like the could hold themselves in a fight, especially Sebastian.
With a mind to recall the scene as it had been when he had arrived, Samuel realized that there had only been three cars parked. One of them likely needed a ride, or waiting on a pricey cab. "I know a great place in the city, close to my apartment but also fairly central." Samuel stood up, the folder awkwardly held in his hand, "great parking too." It seemed the thought of food alone was enough to summon more soft growls from Samuel's stomach. Slowly, he could feel a slight blush creeping up high on his cheek bones. Some great impression this was, a nurse that didn't take care of himself. Well. He'd just have to take even better care of them. He smiled, that wouldn't be a burden at all.