Luke looked at the two cupcakes and smacked his lips: "This..."
Max waved his hand and said, "Thank you for saving us just now. I won't charge you any money."
Luke also laughed and took out a twenty-dollar bill and put it on the table: "Thank you, but two is not enough. So I'll accept your thank you gift. This is the money for the remaining three cakes."
Max was stunned. He looked at the money, turned his head to look at the three cakes over there, and then turned back to look at him: "You... want to have sex with me?"
Luke was slightly startled, and said, "Then only twenty dollars is not enough."
Max looked at his smiling face and curled his lips: "Okay, maybe I should give you twenty, um, or two hundred dollars?"
Luke was really stunned this time, and then he laughed out loud: "Sorry, I sell my art but not my body."
Max smiled again, took the twenty dollars, and brought the cake.
The two of them skipped this somewhat embarrassing topic.
It was almost one o'clock now, but some guests came in here and there.
What’s even more interesting is that several of them were carrying some kind of monitoring equipment and wireless headsets, and their demeanor didn’t seem like someone who would come to a third-rate fast food restaurant like this.
Except for two people who sat down in the store, the others ordered takeout. They got their food and then went out and got into their cars to leave, looking very hurried.
If things go as expected, these people are probably lurking on the streets, waiting for Batman and Beidou to appear.
This behavior seems ridiculous and wasteful.
But they are just sitting there doing nothing anyway. If we don’t let these people come out and walk around, do they all have to stay in the office to check information
In fact, these people's jobs are similar to those of the police.
Even if it is boring and inefficient, only after it comes out can we talk about other things. A secret organization that always hides in the office has no deterrent effect.
For example, the FIB and the CIA are all like this, always trying to increase their hands-on capabilities and authority.
The power of both is growing.
If we have to describe it using the animal world, it's probably similar to peeing to mark territory.
Peeing may not kill your opponent, but it is a warning.
Luke just glanced at these people and had no intention of investigating further.
There are at least 8,000 people checking his aliases all over New York right now. He can't keep up with them all, and he has no interest in paying attention to them tonight.
He is not one of those perverted killers who likes to watch others investigate him.
His anti-investigation behavior was mostly due to safety considerations and was just a preparation to hide himself.
Most of the time he spent in the fast food restaurant, he was mainly looking at the customers who came into the store, and he would also take out his mobile phone to play with it. During this time, he slowly ate five cupcakes and drank three bottles of juice.
Of course the juice had to be bottled; he didn't dare use the cups and saucers here.
The chef Oleg fell in a puddle of urine and went into the kitchen without even changing his clothes. Someone like Luke who has a mild obsession with mysophobia really couldn't stand this.
It was almost two in the morning, and the fast food restaurant called Williamsburg Restaurant was about to close.
According to Luke's speculation, it can only survive from the surrounding fast food restaurants by relying on this kind of differentiated competition.
No matter how bad fast food is, you can't eat donuts at midnight every day.
Other fast food restaurants can’t do this, of course because the costs can’t be that low.
A normal fast food restaurant won't have Earl, a retired gangster in his seventies, as the cashier, nor will it have Oleg, a sloppy chef who is even darker than the Dark Chef.
The only two waitresses who are far superior to those in other fast food restaurants are the black-haired girl Max, because the boss allows her to sell her own product in the store - cupcakes.
The blonde girl Caroline is a troublesome person with a lot of debts and "enemies".
This kind of staffing configuration can be summed up in one word - saving money.
If someone else took over this fast food restaurant, the labor costs would make this small shop go bankrupt.
So, the boss here is pretty smart...
Luke looked at a little kid who walked in from outside and took the bill and cash from Old Earl. He felt a little strange: Is the owner of this restaurant really that generous
You let your son come out to collect business money late at night, aren’t you afraid that something might happen to him
As a result, Old Earl said a few words and mentioned that Luke helped drive away a robber.
The little kid came over with a big smile on his face, stretched out his hands and shook hands with him: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Chris. My name is Han-Li, and as the owner of this restaurant, please allow me to express a little gratitude."
As he spoke, he took out two colorful pieces of paper from his pocket and stuffed them into Luke's hand: "This is a coupon for 15% off dining at our restaurant. Come often when you have time."
Luke laughed and put the two coupons in his pocket: "Okay, sure."
Not far away, the blond Carlo nudged Max, who was wiping the table, with his elbow: "Max, he's flirting with you. This is the twenty-fifth time in one hour and seventeen minutes, which is an average of once every three minutes."
Max glanced at her, coughed lightly, and whispered, "That's not called sparking, he's just expressing his appreciation for my well-developed pectoral muscles, do you understand?" As he spoke, he did not forget to support them with his hands.
With this burden on her shoulders, she finds it quite tiring to do her work.
She's nothing like Caroline, who can jump however she wants because she barely moves and doesn't get hurt.
Caroline looked at herself unconsciously and suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
There's a handsome guy chasing after you, and you're not only not modest, but you're also showing off your pectoral muscles? This is totally unfair competition. She was furious and could only fiddle with the mop in her hand as fast as she could.
Max reminded him casually: "Wipe that piece twice more, otherwise we will have nowhere to stay tomorrow."
Caroline's face darkened: "I used cleaning agent and air freshener. I guarantee that you will only smell the scent of roses."
Max sniffed and shrugged, "It's good as long as it doesn't smell like salted fish."
Caroline: "... You don't want to sleep tonight? Come home and fight me one-on-one."
Max chuckled and puffed out his chest: "You are several weight classes behind me."
Caroline was speechless.
After a while, the restaurant was cleaned up and the two women walked out of the fast food restaurant, leaving the owner Han to close the restaurant on his own.
After taking only two steps, a man stood by the wall three or four meters away.
Caroline screamed in fear, jumped back a step, reached into her bag, and shouted in panic: "Don't come over, I have pepper spray, I also have a stun gun, and my cell phone can dial 911 immediately..."
"It's me." Luke looked at the blonde girl helplessly.
As expected, this girl can leak even under someone's water gun. Her level of sensitivity is extraordinary.
Caroline felt relieved when she heard his voice, but she was still a little worried: "Are you planning to follow us? And then when we get home..."
"I wanted to ask Max out for a drink." Luke interrupted her thoughts with amusement.
Caroline was stunned.