Roland stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. “Holy s**t,” he whispered. “I got you to talk.”
Lyric glared at him as he sipped his now cold hot chocolate. He scrunched his face in distaste. He had always hated the taste of cold hot chocolate. Roland grinned, “I’ll get you another drink, and then I want answers.” Roland stood up and left, and Lyric watched him go.
When the door chimed and someone walked in, Lyric sighed as he stared at Chris. His blonde hair was messy as if he had run his hands through it multiple times, his blue eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his black uniform stood out across his pale skin, “Where is he, Lyric?”
He pointed to the counter where Roland was ordering, and Chris sighed as he went over with a scowl. The two were talking and arguing, and w
