"How long are you two planning on sitting there like that?"
Cindy stood in the middle of the lobby, arms loosely crossed, watching them.
It had been a solid ten minutes. Ten minutes of Christopher sprawled on his bench chair like he'd been placed there by someone who had given up on him, arms draped over the backrest, legs stretched out in front of him.
Sydney beside him was no better, she'd tilted her head back slightly, crisps long finished, staring at the ceiling as if thinking about the world's problems.
"We just ate, Cindy," Sydney said to the ceiling. "Let us be."
"You're shameless," Cindy said.
Her gaze slid to Christopher, who seemed to sense it without looking up. He shifted slightly, exhaled through his nose, and finally turned his head toward her.
"What?" She asked.
Sydney answered before he could.
"Ryan basically asked him to charm Lucy into cooperating with us," she said. "He's been sitting with that ever since. Chewing on it."
