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"I've never been so grateful for a salad." Vincent hummed as he slid his tray across the cool metal bars. "Before this shit, I wouldn't have even touched one of these things."
Vada scrunched her face and giggled, watching as the food lady scooped a clump of mashed potatoes onto her tray. She bit her tongue and eyed the beautiful salad, all with fresh vegetables from the sanctuary's garden that they had grown that week. Vincent was practically salivating over the food. He kept an intense stare on the plate, not giving one glance to the girl he conversed with.
"It's just lettuce, V," Vada mumbled asy they strode to an empty table. Vincent finally glanced up only to shoot a fleeting dagger at the girl.
"Planted and grown by god himself." He jabbed his fork into a piece of lettuce, onion, and red pepper, taking no hesitation to shove it in his mouth. Vada crossed her legs and rolled her eyes, gently stabbing into her food.
"So, Negan, then?" Vada smirked, stifling a laugh as she held her palm over her mouth, stopping the leaf lettuce from tumbling to the table. Vincent's head shot up and he furrowed his shaggy eyebrows.
"I take that back." He shoved another forkful into his mouth and moved onto the potatoes. They were lumpy and horribly cooked, Vada almost gagged piling the second serving into her mouth. But with her rumbling stomach, she blocked her nose and continued on to satiate her hunger.
Vincent stuck his tongue out and made a gargling noise. "They should stick to what they know. Frozen shit." Plunging his finger in his mouth, he gagged and scrunched his nose. Vada laughed and silently agreed, snorting under her breath as her eyes crinkled. She collected Vincent's plate and stacked it atop her own, shuffling to the corner to put them away. She wiped the bits of onion off her pants and noticed a man in her peripheral vision, eyes locked on her. He was glaring, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed in a thin line. Vada squirmed uncomfortably and hurried back to Vincent.
"Dude, I think he saw you gagging. He looks like he wants to kill me." Vada glanced back at the man quickly and was not pleased to see he was still staring. Vincent followed her gaze and narrowed his eyes.
"The hell is up his ass?" He pushed his hair back and furrowed his eyebrows. Vada shrugged and played with the sleeves of her shirt.
"I don't know. Doesn't he work in the kitchen? I think I've seen him back there before. You know, everyone knows we busted in there that night." Vada hugged herself with her arms and uncomfortably glanced at the kitchen staff.
"Well if you go missing at least I'll know where you are." Vincent raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to the shady man. He glared at him and turned back to the girl.
