"Fine by me," Derek said, smirking a little. "I'll sit back and watch."
Soon, the waiter returned with their food. The smell was mouthwatering—freshly cooked meat, warm bread, and spiced stew. Derek immediately started eating, muttering between bites, "Now this is good food."
Alex glanced at him, then quietly began to eat too. Raphael followed suit, though his mind was elsewhere, wondering just how Alex planned to "handle" the boys outside.
When they finished, Derek paid and they got up to leave.
The moment they stepped outside, the four boys reappeared, circling them with smug grins.
"Well, look who's finally done eating," the leader sneered. "Hope your meal was filling. We'd hate for you to fight on an empty stomach."
Derek took a step back. "Not interested," he said casually.
"Same here," Raphael added, retreating beside him.
Now only Alex remained in the middle of the street, the four of them closing in on him.
