Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 87 - Sunk-Cost Fallacy Breakfast

Chapter 87 - Sunk-Cost Fallacy Breakfast

The school cafeteria was closed, its metal shutters pulled down with a finality that left no room for negotiation, so Myrrh and I wandered to the nearest fast food joint for breakfast. The place had that familiar hum of morning activity — coffee machines hissing, trays clattering, and soft chatter filling the air. 

We ordered the same thing: golden hash browns glistening with oil, fluffy scrambled eggs, and crisp, smoky bacon. The meal came with steaming cups of creamy coffee, each sip melting away the lingering morning haze and jolting us awake.

Myrrh stirred her coffee absentmindedly, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic cup. "Are you sure you're fine now?" she asked, her eyes flickering with concern as she glanced over at me.

"I'm fully healed now, no need to worry about me," I said, flashing her a reassuring smile before popping a forkful of bacon into my mouth. The savory crunch filled my senses, but my mind was already drifting elsewhere. "I'm just worried about what I should do today. Going back to Earth would be counterproductive since I've already wasted two days here, and booking a space shuttle ticket at this rate would be impossible."

"Huh." Myrrh leaned back slightly, her gaze thoughtful. "I guess we're both stuck with each other for this week."

The conversation lapsed into silence, the only sounds between us the soft clatter of utensils against plastic trays and the distant hum of the kitchen. I stared into my coffee, its surface swirling with delicate clouds of cream, while Myrrh scrolled through her phone. I didn't pay her much attention until she shifted slightly, angling the screen towards me.

"Hey," she said, a playful lilt in her voice. "Does this look sexier than the bodysuit Orbital Tech issued us?"

I blinked, my eyes falling on the image of Myrrh in a sleek white and blue bodysuit. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, the bold contrast of colors accentuating her curves in ways that made my brain short-circuit for a second. She looked stunning — like some kind of futuristic heroine ready to dive into action.

"Yeah," I muttered, trying not to choke on my coffee. "That pure white university bodysuit looks pretty bland compared to that."

I wanted to add that the color contrast made her sexy silhouette look even more striking, but I swallowed the thought along with my next bite of bacon. Some things are better left unsaid.

"How about this?" Myrrh swiped her phone and tilted the screen toward me, revealing another picture of herself in a sleek blue and black bodysuit. The contrast between the colors hugged her figure, making the suit look both futuristic and stylish. "Doesn't this look cooler?"

I glanced at the image while cutting into my eggs. "Yeah, that darker shade makes you look a bit more awesome." I chewed thoughtfully. "I usually prefer white, but I think the black and blue one suits you best."

"Alright, I'll go with this then." Myrrh smiled, seeming pleased with my answer.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you letting me pick your bodysuit anyway?"

With a flick of her long hair, she smirked. "Well, you're the only guy around I can ask about this. I know you always stare at me, getting all hot and bothered over my perfect, sexy body—so obviously, you're the best person to judge. You're such a gooner goon after all."

I nearly choked on my coffee. "You really know how to insult me between the lines, huh?" I forced a smile, shaking my head.

"Never mind that." Myrrh casually ignored my reaction as she swiped to another image. "How about this one?" She leaned in, showing me another bodysuit—this time, black with bold red accents that gave it a striking, almost dangerous edge.