Chapter 87

'But it seems like they're also coming to this restaurant,' Madelyn thought. As expected, the door to her room was opened in less than a minute, and a group of people walked in. "Oh?! You're eating good! How come we never get such special treatment? You're so biased, you old fart!" "I'm starving. Dustin, get me a set of cutleries and a bowl." "Don't you have hands? Why can't you take them yourself?" "Girlie, scooch over, girlie. I can't get inside." Madelyn was speechless. She pulled her chair and made way for him. Alex sat across from her, but her sitting posture was a little unsightly. She propped her foot onto the chair and promptly spun the carne frita on Madelyn's plate toward herself. Then, she started munching on it. "The drinks are here," a skinny guy walked in and closed the door with his leg while carrying a carton of beer. The once spacious room had quickly became cramped. "That bastard. He never makes this for me when I ask him to, but now he's actually made it fo