Cameron sat across the table from his friend. When he had said that he had a plan, Lawrence's response was to glare at him then proceed to shovel the meal in his mouth. Quickly inhaling the food, Lawrence's plate is clean within a few moments. After all this time though, Cameron isn't much surprised. Lawrence was always one to prioritize food.
Finally, Lawrence takes a deep breath, wipes his mouth, then says, "What's your plan?"
A wide smile crosses Cameron's lips. While he waited on Lawrence, he'd been refining some of the smaller details and was quite excited now. "I believe I've solved our problem. Crimson doesn't-"
"Hey!" Emily slams her palm against the table between the two men, causing the dishes to clatter. "What the hell is up with you?"
Cameron barely stifles a groan. This is the last thing he needed at that moment. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, do you mind? Lawerence and I-"
