"I remind him of that every single day," Elena teased lightly, shooting Rick a wicked, playful smirk that made Thomas laugh out loud, completely breaking the remaining ice.
Before Thomas could offer them a bowl of his humble soup, a massive, deafening blast from a heavy-duty industrial air horn violently shattered the quiet atmosphere of the street outside.
BEEP! BEEEEEP!
Rick turned his head, his perfectly plucked eyebrows knitting together in deep confusion, as he looked through the smudged glass windows of the community center, completely surprised by what was pulling into the small, cracked parking lot.
A massive, pristine white refrigerated transport truck, heavily branded with the elite logo of the capital's premier commercial kitchen supplier, aggressively backed into the lot, its heavy tires crushing the loose gravel.
