Graham carried the bag of food over to the counter. They were renting a nice little room with a kitchenette in it, and sometimes Graham cooked for them but tonight he just wasn't in the mood so he'd picked up something from a local steak house.
"You'll live," he said gruffly as he started to pull the food out.
He fetched two plastic plates and got everything ready. Steak, steamed veggies, mashed potatoes, and dinner rolls. He handed a plate over to Darby along with a can of coke, then he turned to head for the bathroom. He shed his shirt along the way, then his shoes and socks, and eventually his pants, leaving a nice trail of clothes to the bathroom where he turned the shower on. It was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods tonight.
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