"I'm Hannah, and this is Max."
There was a heartbeat of silence. How long had it been since two Godproject and two EBPM had exchanged names in a manner that bordered on civil? Max took a few steps forwards, keeping the gun in his hand but pointing towards the ground.
"Shall we head to the station, then?"
Jacob followed suit, closing the menu out of utter confusion. He looked up just in time to see a woman in a business suit who was sitting on the next table give Messiah a dirty look. He grinned slightly.
"I think this whole fucking place is pretentious, personally," he said, putting emphasis on the expletive. The woman looked scandalized. "Let's just order whatever the fuck we can and hope it doesn't taste like shit." The woman was now getting redder and redder and he smiled, satisfied with baiting her.