45 That Can't Be...!{Edited}

Right now, Ryan sat in a gargantuan cafeteria, chugging down a fruit drink while devouring an innocent drumstick.

Courtesy?

Manners?!

What were those? Could he even eat with them?

"Woah, chill, bro," Luke tried to simmer him down. "No one's stealing your meal... Or at least not while you're looking."

He dropped the drumstick and dove straight into the mouthwatering delight, the noodles steaming and tempting. He slurped with all his might, tilting the plate and allowing the contents to flood his mouth.

The soup that accompanied the noodles was undoubtedly perfect, with ingredients mixed properly and the temperature just damn right.

***

With a barely audible burp, Ryan leaned back in his chair.