Leon sighed as he didnt want to hear the noise of chatter filling up the cafe hall, each voice trying to speak over the other. the rider walked towards the main lunch line to get some mroe food, being the last they are the most rejected cause if you were the last in line and wanted seconds they will just shut the door on you.
He walked right to the door and stared up at a lunch lady who had seen betetr days, a hair net looked to be 50 and was clearly eaten one too make sweets. Leon too a deep breath. "Is the line closed?" he said a bit annoied. the women snorted. "yes!" she said in a raspy voice about to close the door when leon put his foot in the way. "can you spare even a bit of food?" he tried to convenice her. "No, the scraps we have go to the dogs. if you want some go pick it out of the garbge lizard boy" She laugehd shoving him back to slamed the door.
Leon growled glaring at the door like it would help get food but his stomach gurgled sounding like it was done with the misly breakfest he had. "damnit.... have to find soemthing else to eat" he muttered, getting up and tossed out his tray.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 2:25pm on May 28, 2024 via server web1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Get MORE!
Shop Memberships
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
