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As soon as Niko slipped into the booth opposite of Mateo, his mouth was already off running. Typical New Yorker, almost too much on the nose. ❝ ⸻ Were you at brunch with γιαγιά and her gang Sunday? ❞ A look of partial amusement twisted with the hurt of being left out. Niko settled into his seat and took a menu from a passing waitress with gratitude and a nod. Despite his visits over the years he wasn't entirely all too familiar with this establishment and it's offerings. In fact, Niko didn't have broad experience with diners. ❝ You know Marjorie has been going on—Teo this and Teo that. ❞ The sound of his tongue kissing he roof of his mouth came after as his eyes scanned the menu. ❝ Be careful with these Golden Girls, bud. ❞
Perhaps coffee was automatic—the waitress set a mug on the table for Niko and filled it up without a word before she'd moved along to refill other diners. When he finally looked up, tearing his eyes away from a choice he didn't feel equipped or confident to make, Niko shook his head just slightly at Mateo. ❝ Not even a heads up that you're in town, you just go straight to γιαγιά? ❞ There was no actual upset despite the fact that Niko was surely feigning it, and perhaps pouting just a very slight, grown up amount. ❝ So, what's good here? ❞ The gears were hardly shifting off course, he just wanted to make a decision before the waitress came back around. ❝ Surely, we're not ordering a steak at three in the afternoon. ❞
