The man simply looked back at him with a glare. This man had been working nonstop for hours running on nothing but coffee and saltine crackers.
"The mess hall has been set up in the station break room." the man grumbled.
"Thanks." Colin said as he walked off.
The man fumed over the nerve of that fat lummox, murmuring under his breath, "Indignant little sh-"
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SHHHOP!
The knife went through the lettuce in one smooth motion. Marcus Baldwin was a traffic cop at his job, but now at least he got to show his brand of kitchen wizardry. He was making a house salad with a light vinegrette, planning to serve it alongside some pizza breads and a platter with fruit and cheese, curtousy of some of the stuff from his fridge at home.
"Smells good in here." a voice said.
Baldwin turned around to see a black haired guy with blue eyes, plus a thick and short black beard. This guy had the body of someone with an appetite.
"Hey there, Baldwin, take a seat." The man said, shaking Colin's hand.
The chunky gamer was seated between a slovenly looking guy with a brown mullet (yeesh) wearing a stained white wife beater. To his other side, there was a woman covering herself up in a trench coat that looked more like and oversized cape on her frame.
Colin stuffed some brie and strawberries in his mouth not minding the people next to him.
"Come on you guys, talk with each other, it'll make this go by faster." Baldwin said as he spread the tomato sauce on the french bread halves.
Colin looked over his options and decided to...