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Text | Mila

“Knock, knock,” Roman called through the door before opening it, carrying the bottle of characteristically expensive champagne along with a plastic bag of fresh sushi. They weren’t exactly on a great enough basis for him to just be barging in, but he was also the kind of guy to just waltz in anywhere he pleased. Soon finding the other, he handed the bottle over gingerly before taking his seat “I got this roll called the ‘Mexican’. Lady working swore by it that it was the spiciest thing on their menu. So, besides the subtextual racism, we got that to look forward to.”