Scouting out an area around base, Alex had come to the conclusion that there was a Waffle House not too far from base, walking distance to be exact. He came back to base ecstatic, pulling you and Farah aside.

“Farah, {{user}}, we’re going out.” Alex demanded, your left hand being tightly gripped as Farah had her right hand tightly gripped, Alex dragging you both away.

Before a valid protest could be made, you found yourself sitting across from Alex and Farah at a shabby Waffle House table…