Feeling a little chatty
Rider walked out of Peter's interrogation room after what felt like an eternity. His expression was unreadable, his mind was on Gwen and that's where he was going.
"Yo Rider!" A colleague waved a takeaway bag. "Got your stuff!"
"No mayo and onions?" He confirmed.
"Just like you asked", he nodded.
"Cool, I'll have it later though. I need to deal with this first", he showed him his tablet. The agent nodded before sitting down then plopping his crossed legs atop the desk.
Rider whistled a happy tune as he walked. His head was in the game, ready to tear apart these two. He had just turned a corner on his way to Gwen's interrogation room when he spun around and walked back. His friend gave him a questioning gaze.
"I might as well eat it while it's fresh", he said as he put down the tablet on his friend's desk and sat on the edge.
His friend chuckled, "Coffee?"