#testverse

[vagareforwander]

Jumping a bit as a random drunk ran into the restaurant table, Miles watched as his peas turned and touched his steak. Immediately grossed out, he set his fork down and swallowed, shaking his head. He’d just gotten the meal perfectly arranged on his plate. Nothing was touching. He needed it that way. But, now, there was no way he could take a bite. “I can’t eat this now…”