Zain stood up and stretched his arms with a sharp exhale.
"Alright. Let's go eat."
"My sister's probably been waiting long enough."
Savra rose from her seat.
"Sure."
They began walking side by side.
Just before they reached the dining zone, Savra suddenly slowed her steps.
"One last thing," she said.
Zain glanced over. "Hm?"
"I hope you really get what you're after."
He smirked.
"Of course I am. I never walk away empty-handed."
Savra gave a slight shake of her head but didn't argue.
"Just don't choke on it when it comes."
Zain chuckled.
"If I choke, I'll just hack my throat open and fix it."
They stepped into the dining space.
Zelia was already sitting at the far end.
Legs crossed on the bench, plates covering the entire table.
Skewers, noodles, dumplings, meat wraps, sizzling hotpots.
She had ordered everything.
"There you are!"
She called, waving a half-eaten skewer.
"I got impatient."
