“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”
“ What is there to understand? Use a napkin. Its bad enough I’m letting you eat in here, girl. “
Which was kind of funny, considering the whole point of these drive-up diners was to eat in your car. But Robbie wasn’t driving around in a Kia Sedona or some shit. His whip had leather seats, and he’d just detailed them the other day, so he wasn’t about anybody spilling anything.Thankfully, the diner had provided these cool little trays that fit over your window, so if anything she could make a mess outside the car.
He’d just ordered some onion rings and a coke, in comparison to the peasant feast going on just across the center console. Truth be told, his body didn’t require food the way that it used to. The spirit, the Rider, found sustenance feasting on the souls of the wicked. He could still enjoy the taste of normal shit, but it didn’t do him any good.
“ Check your phone when you get the chance? I want to see how far this fucking town is. I still don’t see why your boys couldn’t just drop us off. “
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