Johnn stopped right in front of her, the smell of roasted dragon essence wafting off his armor.
"Look, I know I said I was full back there, but lifting that oversized bat across three provinces is a different kind of workout. I'm starving! Come eat with me. My treat! Whatever the best place in this district is, let's go. I'm paying!"
The silence that followed was deafening. Behind the counter, the receptionist stood frozen, her face turning a vibrant, mottled shade of red. The ink pen in her hand snapped with a sharp crack.
She had just been told he couldn't eat for a week, and here he was, practically begging the "jobless F rank" to go to dinner. Her glare toward Maddy's back was sharp enough to draw blood.
"THAT… B*TCH!"
