Dine and Dash // Marco&
Marco didn’t like to take the term “starving artist” literally, but he sort of did. After winding down, he decided it was a bunch balogne and that he needed something real to eat. Not potato chips.
He was immediately disappointed to realize that the town was so small there wasn’t a real place to get food besides the single restaurant. He really was just scraping by.
He tried not to think about what little money he had. He would have to make honest money in this town eventually, but he just hadn’t gotten to it yet. He was going to. He swore. And with that out of his mind, and with a little brushing up, Marco decided it was time to get hot food in his stomach.
He casually sat down and ordered, and all was fine until he had to cough up the cash. Marco stared at his bill, not saying a word. His face was straight but his heart quaked.
He waited, until it seemed like everyone in the place was distracted, or at least not looking his way. He slowly got up and made his way for the door.