How the Supervillain Stole Christmas
By Charles Payseur
Rex’s foot tapped as he waited for the server to bring out their meal. Across from him, Sanjay gave a nervous smile.
“So this is where you…live?” Sanjay asked, casually sweeping around the massive room with his hand.
“What? Oh, yes,” Rex said, still scanning for the server. “And really, it normally doesn’t take so long. It’s just that they’re not used to cooking for anyone but me, and—”
“It’s fine,” Sanj said, “really. I’m not used to being waited on. Do you always eat here?”
“When work doesn’t take me away,” Rex said. “It’s just cozy, don’t you think?”
“Cozy…yeah…” Sanj said. “Definitely an amazing view. You’re sure that it’s safe?”
“Completely,” Rex said, and he finally caught sight of the server zipping out from the kitchen
