𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 / 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦

8..

May 20th 2019

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"I'm coming!" Hearing George yell on the other side of the door only made me and Alex knock on it even harder. "Jesus christ!" He then yelled, opening the door. We both gave him a smile, peering up at him as George was taller than the both of us.

"You're too slow." I state, "Too slow, indeed." Alex adds, nodding his head vigorously.

"Since when was Suvi in our plans?" George narrows his eyes, trying to take a jab at me since both me and Alex were doing so with him.

"Since.. 15 minutes ago?" I turn my attention to the driver beside me, asking him. "I'd say so." He shrugs his shoulders.

"Shall we get going?" The brit changes the subject while locking his door.
"Yes please. I'm quite starving."

I heard someone's stomach grumble from beside me. "Same here!"

"You always are Alex.." George states, and we began making our way to the elevator.

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It wasn't a long distance that we had to walk. We managed to find a Cafe just 12 minutes away from our hotel.
"We could get something here and make our way to the docks?" George had asked.

The three of us were waiting in line, talking about whatever that would come to the tops of our heads.

"Why? So you can give an excuse to go top less again?" Alex peers up at George, giving him a chuckle.

"Oh yes, of course. I'm sure you would want to show off your guns if you'd have em yourself." I watched the two banter at eachother, in full amusement.

"Actually-"

"Suivante!" We looked over to see the cashier waiting for us to walk up and take our order.
Hurrying along, I looked between George and Alex. "Do any of you know French?" I ask, as I myself, did not.

Both shaking their heads no, I let out a small breath -- a bit frustrated.
I turn to the cashier who also seemed to grow a bit impatient with us. "Do you happen to speak English?"

"Yes, yes I do. Are you hear to order, or?" Her heavy French accent was just tinted with a bit of anger as she spoke to me. I look up to the menu board, but of course -- it was all in French.

"Do you have milkshakes?"

"Can you not read the board?"

"Well.. if you haven't noticed, as we don't speak French so I don't think we can read it neither?" I bite back, beginning to feel my face heat up.

"I think we'll just head out. Thank you for your time!" I felt a hand grab hold of my arm and began pulling me out of the building. I look to see that it was George who pulled me away from speaking furthermore.

"Where to next?" George then asks, giving a smile towards me and Alex. "We could've gotten something in there." I mutter, my stomach beginning to grumble.

"Yeah, like a fat, juicy 'call to the cops?'" George chuckled, letting go of my arm.
"She wouldn't of called the cops over something that small."