I pushed Fiero when I heard the bang on the door. I went back to the table and, as I suspected, someone entered the door. Marshall was holding a tray and I couldn't tell if he was pissed or he wanted to kill someone now.
He doesn’t look surprised when he sees us on Fiero’s balcony. Fiero returned to his seat earlier and ignored Marshall’s presence.
It was obvious when Marshall landed on the plate that it was splashing, disgusted and I still couldn’t figure out what I was supposed to do. If he didn’t like this set up, he would have pulled me out. I can’t ditch this dinner; sometimes I don’t understand the old man.
"Sit beside me, let's eat this delicious steak." I pointed the chair to the side. It didn’t spring inside. Marshall took that, pulled it over me, and I don’t know if I saw Fier
