We all just couldn't stop ogling at the food. Everything looked like it came from a top restaurant, with the utmost care put into every single dish. Once I felt like it was time to take some of it, I decided to take some of that italian spaghetti. I mean I could eat a spaghetti anywhere, but I just couldn't ignore a proper italian one. Once everyone got their food, we all started to eat, and well, it barely took any time, to clear all the trays.
Once we finished with it all, Marco Ladro put away his utensils, cleaned his mouth of any potential remains, and told the waiters and chefs to go back to their usual business. This was the point where I felt like the situation got a bit more tense, than it should have. I realized that some anxiety was piling up in me, given that I had no clue what was about to happen. I could tell that the rest of the guys felt similarly.
"Well," Mister Ladro started, "I hope the food was to your liking."
