Illya lowered his eyes as the waitress came with their food and let his leg slide against Solo's a bit. He looked up when the waitress placed his food in front of him. The chicken fried steak was odd looking, but smelled delicious.
"Thank you," he said to the waitress, settling his napkin in his lap.
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Date: 2017-06-19 04:39 am (UTC)"Thank you," he said to the waitress, settling his napkin in his lap.