For dinner, Gunner and I went to Thai Bite. His Gamma, Onyx, was the driver. Linc and two other pack members rode in the other vehicle. I've noticed that Gunner never goes somewhere without a companion. It seems like important people usually have a bodyguard or personal assistant on hand to help them out whenever they need it.
He chose our booth and Gunner sat next to me instead of across from me. When a server brought over the menu, I was taken aback by the sheer variety of options presented. Sounds delicious, but I have no idea what they actually taste like. Gunner saw me having trouble reading the menu and gestured to it.
Asking, "Did you want chicken, beef, pork, or seafood?"
"Chicken sounds good for dinner." After a moment, I was able to respond to him.
"Okay. Which would you p
