Even then, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of eyes on his back. He finished his coffee and sled off the counter, stretching himself, and slowly moved over to the door to wait for their food arrive. It was unusual to be this hungry - he often skipped meals, but over the last two days he only ate a packet of cookies. That was definitely not enough, not even for him, and he was actually anticipating the arrival of the food.<br/><br/>When the knock on the door rang through the air, his ears picked it up almost immediately, making him spring up and open the door to a tight gap. "Two BLTs and fries?" a bored voice sounded from behind that gap. He allowed the door to open up more, and nodded, hurrying to bring the money. "Here. Keep the tip." he encouraged the room service, and exchanged the bill for the meal. It was about five minutes sooner than expected... Quite pleasing. He brought it over to the kitchen, and started eating his, sitting back up on the counter. As he ate, he looked out of the window, which gave him a view to the car park. There was a big black car parked in a spot quite far... A pretty simple interior. Sure, could be some rich guy that just likes simplicity, but it still gave him a bad feeling. It looked like one of the cars he was often transported in when needed to do a 'job' for his 'father'.<br/><br/>Uncomfortably familiar - like many other things. A sigh escaped him between tossing another fry into his mouth, and he kept examining the car with his eyes. Wish it wasn't there. Stupid big black car.