The plating mirrored the past, reminiscent of the times Ryley used to prepare the dish.
Memories of shared meals and a connection that once held great significance in his life seemed to materialize in his mind.
Instead of indulging in the familiar taste of Ryley's crafted creation, Clyde's actions took a surprising turn.
He handed the small, tempting morsel to the guard stationed behind him, an unspoken agreement passing between them.
The guard's expression remained stoic, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts as he accepted the offering.
Greg, observing the unfolding spectacle, felt a thrill coursing beneath his skin.
The tension was palpable, and every gaze was fixed on the guard.
The collective breaths of those present seemed to synchronize, suspended in the anticipation of a clandestine test that could unravel Yves' secret plot.
As the guard brought the piece of the burger to his mouth, time seemed to slow.
