[IC Interview] Expensive Taste.

[feltonaustin@yahoo.com]

The man bowed his head to the other. "You flatter me. I will do my best to not disappoint." With those ending sentences, the esper absentmindedly stirred his tea with a wave of his finger, as he silently observed the retreating form of Clara. Soon, the bill arrived for the tea. Glancing the number over, he chuckled. "Me and my expensive taste..." he whispered to himself, quietly, as he downed the last of the tea. He had a job to be ready for.