CHAPTER 9

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It's currently half past seven p

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It's currently half past seven p.m. We had dinner and I've been talking to Raphael since breakfast. We freshened up and continued with our conversation and jokes. It's honestly the best time I've ever spent with another human being.

“I'm surprised you didn't take half of what they were offering at dinner.” Raphael teases.

“Tsk, you're one to talk, you took double of everything I took.” I tease right back, I point at the unfinished food on his tray. “You couldn't even finish it all.” I say as I break out into a fit of laughter.

“Ha. Ha. You'll be asking me for some food in a matter of minutes. And plus, I'm planning ahead. What if we end up in a place with no food?” He says, his eyes narrowing slightly as he folds his arms.

“You'll all be begging me for food and it'll cost you.” He motions to everyone in the plane then glances at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, I might give you a discount but on one condition.” He drops his voice as he says the last part and leans in close to me. His face only inches away from mine. I smile at him “And what's this condition, oh mighty mafia-food king?”

He leans away from me with a satisfied look on his face. “You have to become my henchman or rather, henchwoman.” He says in a serious tone. I let out a gasp and cover my mouth. My eyes wide with shock. “My king, that would be such an honor. But I'll have to decline.” I say while choking back a sob.

He lets out a huge gasp and puts his hand on his chest. “I'm offended, utterly offended! Guards, take her to the dungeons.” He says in a commanding voice. I let out a laugh. “You're not even a king yet but you're showing signs of being a tyrant.” I say.

“Wait, hold it right there.” He says and holds up his hand. “I never said I'd be a good king, and I'm doing these peasants a favor. They'd starve if it wasn't for me.” He says looking proud.

I let out a little chuckle and point at one of his desserts. “Can I please have that?” I say in a polite tone, as if I didn't just call him a tyrant.

“And there goes my future as a mafia-food king. That dessert was supposed to make me half a thousand bucks.” He says while handing me the dessert.

“Thank you.” I say in a cheery voice, a wide smile spreading across my face. He looks at me for a few seconds with a small smile on his face. “It's my pleasure, dolphin.”

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