We decided to have lunch at The Hot Box where like most of the people who go there are either teenagers or just plain kids — as in five year old little spoiled brats who would fight you for a piece of bagel type of kids. Alexei wanted to go here because this place, allegedly, serves the best chicken nuggets and chocolate shake within the ship.
And here I am still wondering why I’m surprised by his choice of food. It’s not as if he’s not the type of person who would rather lose a multimillion deal with a major client than miss his three o’clock ice cream time.
“Why are we here? Only a fool would go to this part of the ship.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Exactly why you’re here.” And without another word, he called out one of the waiters and told him our orders, careful to add chocolate in everyt
