Levi left the rest of the new crew behind. He held the plate of chicken soup, which now felt heavy and problematic, and walked through the back door toward the reception area, which was the only way to find Emi or exit the training room.
He found Ms. Vivian, the administrative head, sitting behind the counter. After a brief nod in greeting, Vivian's eyes drifted downward to the full plate of soup in Levi's hands.
A knowing smile touched her lips. "Miss Emi is upstairs on the second floor". She said.
Levi felt a flush of embarrassment at being caught unable to finish the meal. He gave Vivian a short nod and quickly headed for the staircase.
'At least it's better than what is going to happen to the rest of them'. Before Levi left, the rest of his crew were already forcing the soup down their throat.
Maybe because they didn't want to seem rude by returning food, or of they were just shy. But Levi have metal knowledge of the story. He already knew how they would turn out.
