Davian held the shopping bags as they made their way back to the car.
They had only planned to buy a single outfit each but there were far more bags than that.
"The cooking school is just down the street from FluxCorp," Lake said as they drove off. "I'll drop you off and then head to the company, and when you're done, you can just call me. I'll pick you up then."
Davian wore a pinched expression at that arrangement, "You're not staying with me?"
"I thought you didn't like me looking over your shoulder while you cooked," He teased.
Davian was only mildly appeased by that, conceding to the fact that Lake was only down the street, and he could get to the Omega by foot if he needed to.
The cooking school was nestled in a commercial building. It was on the ground floor, which was a great plan for when fires broke out.
Lake took the lead as he walked right up to the secretary who was nestled in the little lobby.
