The Experiment • Shangie

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Matthew then took the script out of his pocket reading it next.

"2- Lunch outside, one choosing the other's lunch."

- Hmm! I'm starving. - He did.

- It's... Only I'm going to pick your plate and you're mine. Ew, who does that these days?

- Probably these mad scientists - answered Matthew, calling a taxi.

- Where to? - asked the taxi driver.

- Hmm... We don't know much about the city, so could you point us to a restaurant? - asked Shade.

The taxi driver thought for a few seconds, evaluating them until they found their social classes.

Probably noble millionaires, judging by aristocratic traits. He hasn't seen a beautiful girl and boy like that since the last Vogue photo shoot.

- There's Valmont, he's one of the best.

- Whatever it is.

The taxi accelerated as Angelina stared at the city, pensive. A few minutes later, the cab stopped. Shade paid the driver and went down, being followed by Angelina.

- Did you know that educated people open the door and help others get out? - Said Everett.

- Glad I'm rude, so - replied Matthew.

Angelina rolled her eyes.

Shade laughed as he let her go ahead through the door the maitre held open.

- Why are you laughing? - asked Everett, choosing a table and sitting down.

- Do you turn your eyes so much when you're with other people or is it just me?

Angelina thought for a moment.

- I never noticed it - ended up answering, flipping through the menu that the maitre had just delivered. - Seafood? - asked, causing Matthew to take his eyes off his own menu and stare at his eyebrows. - All right, forget it, that was mean.

- Why don't you choose what you want, tell me and I pretend I chose it? - suggested Shade.

- Because the mad scientists are going to find out and we're going to lose a million dollars.

- You think they're watching now? - Matthew asked.

That's for sure. Everett replied. - They must have cameras on our clothes, or someone following us.

Oh. Ok, that's not good. So I'm going to pick you a... Hm... Hell, I have no idea.

- I like pasta - suggested Angelina, without taking her eyes off the menu.

- Do you prefer noodles or lasagna?

- Noodles.

- Um, I think I chose.

- Well, I've chosen too.

- But you didn't ask me anything - Shade protested, surprised.

- I have super powers - retorted Everett, shrugging.

Matthew frowned.

- So it's... And to drink?

- I only drink wine. - Angelina said.

- Oh, the fresh one. Try to guess what I drink, then.

Angelina looked at him for a few minutes.

- That cute drink with a blue umbrella inside?

Shade rolled her eyes.

- No, i'm not. Well, just on the beach.