Chapter song: Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson
After half an hour had passed, Lucien got up, headed for the kitchen and came back mere seconds later with a bag of chips.
Kenneth's brows lifted. They were kettle chips, original flavour. Lucien handed him the bag, which he accepted gingerly.
Since the bag was already opened, Kenneth removed the clip and grabbed a chip. Luckily for him, he had grabbed himself a napkin earlier. He carefully laid the napkin on his lap, smoothing out every wrinkle until it was perfect, then began organizing the chips into two neat piles.
But as he began sorting the chips out, he quickly realized something was wrong. The entire bag was filled almost to the brim with folded chips.
He looked at Lucien, but the man's eyes were glued to the screen.
His brows furrowed briefly, a quick flash of surprise momentarily tightening his chest. But then, like a wave washing over sand, it was gone.
