Ivan has no objection.
Recently, he was first locked up by Tony for a while, and then taken away by Justin, still locked up in a replica of the Iron Man armor.
Finally, he found an opportunity to get out and went to cause trouble for Tony a second time, but was caught by Luke and locked up again. In total, he hadn't had a good sun tan for almost two months.
Today is a rare sunny day in New York.
The two sat down and a waitress came over.
She was in her early twenties, with long hair dyed blonde. Part of it was tied up on top of her head, and a lock of hair hung down in front of her forehead, swaying slightly as she walked.
The strands of hair swept across her rosy oval face, making her look somewhat charming and cute.
"What would you like to order?" she asked with a smile.
Luke: "I want um, we all want lattes, a basket of croissants, four sandwiches."
The waitress nodded, but still glanced at Ivan without saying anything. She just looked up at Ivan in the building behind the station before turning and leaving.
Whether you like it or not, the appearance of a decadent flower boy is inherently eye-catching.
Soon, the waitress brought the food up.
Luke paid the bill plus a two-dollar tip, and without paying any attention to Ivan who was in a daze, he took the croissant and started eating.
The young and pretty waitress soon came out of the store again, holding a coffee pot in her hand, and walked past the two of them to the table behind them.
"Are you still waiting for that big shot to show up?" she said to a man sitting there.
Hearing the waitress's words, the man looked up in confusion: "Huh?"
The waitress smiled sweetly, "Iron Man, many people like to sit here and wait for him to fly over from the sky."
Well, this should be a flirtation. Luke, who had his back to this side, made a subconscious judgment.
To be honest, most men don't like Tony himself, unless they like the Iron Man armor, most of the others just envy him for being rich.
After all, even if you are handsome, you are not as rich and beautiful as the other person. This is an extremely sad fact for most men.
It seems that there are only a very small number of men who would chase Iron Man here just to wait for him to fly over their heads.
Luke turned his head and looked with interest. He had nothing to do anyway, so he might as well watch some pick-up plot.
It was also because the waitress did not choose to chat up him and Ivan, two handsome guys with outstanding looks and different styles, but chose the one behind them.
When Luke saw the face of the man being approached, he fell silent.
What is meant by men crying and women being silent? This person is probably what it means.
Most men would probably shed tears of shame when they see him, because they suddenly realize that they are so ugly that they are sorry for America.
And most women will just keep quiet... ahem.
He put aside his distracting thoughts and turned his attention to the handsome white blond man.
His short golden hair was combed into a retro slicked-back hairstyle with a 2:8 split, and under the neatly styled hair was an equally handsome face.
Even though the original face used by the clone is at least inferior in handsomeness, Ivan, who had plastic surgery to look very "beautiful", is far inferior in temperament.
But Luke's mind soon turned to another thing: This person doesn't seem ordinary!
Being so close, the primary sound waves could faintly hear the blond handsome man's heartbeat, which was slow and steady, at least at the level of a top athlete.
Secondly, although the guy's figure was hidden by the leather jacket, the scan results already appeared on Luke's lenses.
This guy doesn't have the cumbersome physique of a bodybuilding champion. Instead, his physique is very close to Luke's.
Luke narrowed his eyes: A martial arts expert? He's so handsome, he can even act in an action movie!
While he was thinking, the waitress smiled and gave the handsome blond man a cup of coffee for free. She also said that there was no one queuing for a seat and there was free wifi, so he could sit as long as he wanted.
Luke curled his lips: What's wrong with this girl! I tried to spread out free wifi, is it just for you to pick up guys for free
In fact, the girl couldn't help but turn her head and look over here several times as she walked into the store.
Luke couldn't help but use his legs to push the chair back, leaning back, turning his head slightly and whispering: "Ask her for her phone number! Young man, take the initiative when facing girls, don't be a fool."
When he said this, a white-haired old man wearing sunglasses diagonally opposite him turned his head to look at the blond man and opened his mouth to say something.
After hearing what Luke said, the old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "This young man is right, men who waste opportunities are idiots, don't miss a good opportunity."
Luke's hand, which was stroking his stylish beard, froze for a moment, and he looked at the white-haired old man helplessly: I finally got such a handsome beard to pretend to be a senior, why are you interrupting and stealing the show
Although this old man's beard is not as big as Luke's, his hair is completely white, and he is obviously older and more qualified to educate the "young people".
Depressed, Luke could only bow his head to the boss: "Yes, the old man is right."
The blond man looked at the two people singing the same tune, his face full of astonishment, and glanced back and forth at the two people: "You... are father and son?"
Luke looked conflicted: "I should actually be considered from DC."
The white-haired old man smiled and shook his head when he heard this: "My hometown is MC."
Luke and the blond man were both a little confused: "Where?"
The white-haired old man smiled: "May!" (Manchester)
Luke: …
Blond man: ...
In the end, the blond man still didn't ask for the pretty waitress's phone number. He just paid the bill and left silently.
Luke just watched his figure disappear in the crowd and then looked away.
This is a person who is easy to remember, but that's all.
Just as I was thinking this, a strange sound was heard in the sky.
Luke didn't even bother to look up this time.
What just flew over my head was just a "prop" used by the waitress to chat up the handsome blond guy. It's not worth mentioning.
Ivan, who had been looking up at the sky in silence, suddenly laughed, and sounded like a psychopathic murderer.
Luke coughed lightly: "You can eat first, and the coffee is cold. It won't taste good."
Ivan lowered his head and looked at someone who was leisurely drinking coffee and eating a sandwich, then looked at the table where there was only a cup of coffee and a sandwich left.
A sense of absurdity surged in his heart, but in the end he could only let out a long breath, picked up the sandwich, bit off most of it in one bite, and began to chew it vigorously.
It looked as if he wanted to tear someone into pieces and chew them up and eat them.
Luke just watched silently without saying a word.
Ivan is now a criminal, and it is very easy for him to die.
With Luke, he no longer has the qualifications to make mistakes again.
At this moment, Phil got off the train with a helpless look on his face and walked into the central station.
Looking at Thor and Dr. Jane getting off the train, the always self-disciplined him finally allowed himself to curse a few words in his heart.