Chapter 82
BRIELLE The sweet frosting on the yam cake was the ideal complement to the coffee; thick and moist, with a flavor that was substantial. As soon as we took a seat at the desk, it was immediately served. The coffee cup sat on the table, and because it was white, the splashes turned into an impromptu work of art. There were also burgers and fries available, in addition to the meats. "These are too many, I don't think we can finish them all," I said as I looked at the other foods still being served. Hunter smirked. "Just eat what you can eat. Don't worry, we'll be giving them away in the street when we haven't taken them all." I remained quiet, still glancing at the food. I was too shy to pick one up before Hunter. So, I just waited for him to eat first. However, as I was waiting, he told
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