4

Instead of leaving, Chance followed Kristoff over to his table, where three other people were sitting.

"My people, allow me to introduce. Chance. Chance, these are Stefan, his date Stacy. He only dates women with the same first initial as him and Joel.'' Kristoff pointed at them as he said their names.

Stefan gave a salute, while his date, who has a long black wig, scrunched her botched nose up. Joel, on the other hand, who had on an expensive-looking Freddie Krueger shirt on was too busy on his phone to notice anything.

''Joel is a blogger.'' Kristoff made a face at the way Joel had his nose in his phone.''

Chance nodded a greeting, then moved to take a seat but was stopped by the overly tanned skin, thick glasses, Stefan.

"That seat is already taken.''

"It's fine, Chance, you can sit.''

Just as Chance sat, a female with strawberry blonde hair and lips filled with fillers came to stand at the table.

"Huh, do I know you?" She asked in a thick Russian accent. "That is my seat peasant."

Chance was about to get up until she uttered those words.

"Peasant, huh?" He looked her up and down, then smirked.

"I'm pretty sure that you are only here now, because you escaped that shitty life of yours. Probably started out as a prostitute until some rich old geezer felt some for you."

The female opened her overly glossy mouth to speak, but Kristoff held up a hand to cut her off.

"Rosanna, sorry, but this seat has been taken. I'm sure that you wouldn't want to seat with us either way. Just trying to escape your husband and his friend that you cheated on him with."

Rosanna's face went, "you are nothing but shit Kristoff. Your time is coming."

Kristoff waved her off. "Please don't make a scene, it's not a good look."

Rosanna huffed then stormed away, taking her strangling perfume scent with her.

"Can someone wave over a waiter? I would like for my dear friend to order since he didn't get a table in time."

Stefan with his crispy hand, just like everyone else that did Kristoff's bid, happily getting the attention of someone who came over immediately.

Kristoff explained Chance's 'predicament'. Which earned Chance a distasteful look, and him to be gingerly handed a menu.

"Just call when you are done." The waiter turned his nose up, stepped a little way from the table, and waited.

Chance skipped over the words on the menu. Looking at it with such concentration, Kristoff thought he could hardly understand what he saw or how to pronounce the words.

Thinking that all he could make out was the word chicken, but didn't know what came before or after that.

"May I suggest my favourite? Oh. I'll just order for you." Kristoff tried to take the menu away, but Chance held onto to it.

"What will you be having?" The waiter came back, still giving Chance a disgusted look.

"The Bouillabaisse, it's a fish soup with saffron, orange and thyme by the way, the l-"

"I can order for myself. I'm allergic to fish, so please hold off on that. The French-Onion Soup will be fine, also the Lamb Shank Navarin, and the Frangipane Tart."

Chance closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, who was just as stunned as everyone at the table.

"So Chance, tell me. What do you do?" Stacy asked, as she hung off of Stefan's arm. She batted her eyes a few times, trying to be flirtatious.

"Why the sudden interest? I know that your first impression of me was that I don't look like much. Or why I'm here? So why ask that after I have been sitting here for so long?"

She bit her lip then looked away, clearly embarrassed, though she hid it well.

“So, Stefan, how is the stock market treating you?" Kristoff asked, leaning on the table. As he and the tanned man struck up a conversation, which soon had the others joining in.

Chance played with the napkin on the table, folding it and unfolding it, bored from the conversation around him. He soon questioned his choices of coming there. He clearly didn't fit in.

When the food came, Chance picked at his food until he noticed Stefan peering at him.

"Do I have something on my face?'' Chance asked, wiping at his mouth.

"No, I was just wondering. In fact, I'm sure everyone here shares the same sentiments. Kristoff might be full of sh*t, but I for one know that he doesn't talk to just anybody. So, tell me more about yourself. Are you like some undercover boss? A rich man pretending to be poor?''

"How about a poor man with the intention of robbing all of you?" Feeling annoyed at all their stares and questions, Chance reached for the bottle. Ready to play disgusting, and give them something to really turn their nose up to.

He poured the wine until it was almost running out of the glass, took long, heavy, loud gulps. He cut with his knife, causing it to clink on the plate. 

"Not as tender as I thought, shouldn't this melt in my mouth?'' Chance said, picking up a piece of lamb with his hand and biting into it.

"So, does anyone else have any more questions? I'm an open book right now.'' Chance spoke with his mouth open and a few pieces of meat falling out.

"I mean, what? Now everyone is silent, no longer interested in the dirty, poor looking man who snuck in here? Or maybe you all thought you could make a mockery out of me.'' Chance pointed his knife.

Kristoff ate on with a smirk on his face.

''Are you comfortable with all this?'' Stefan glanced at Kristoff.

''Of course, Chance is like a breath of fresh air. So much better than being in a room full of fake people.''

"Fake people? At least I don't go around fu*king down the city. I'm surprised that you have caught nothing yet.'' Stefan fired back.

The table went still; the tension was so thick Chance pretended to cut the air with his knife.

"Seems as if we all have some things to get off my chest.'' Chance laughed, using his fork to pick his teeth.

"Why are you even here?'' Joel finally spoke.

"Wow, look who decided to come back to earth.'' Chance said, causing Kristoff to snicker.

Again, the table fell into nothing but awkwardness.

Kristoff wiped his mouth, brandishing his ever so cool smirk, then wished everyone a goodnight. Chance looked up at him, then did the same, only to turn back for the bottle of wine.

"Thank you for the evening, but now I must go.'' Chance does a mocking bow.

"Wait, when will I see you again?''

"Never.'' Chance scoffed.

Kristoff made a face.

''What?''

"I just thought we were friends.''

"I can't be bought.''

''I'm not trying to buy you. I meant it when I said I was looking for someone genuine. So, what do you say, join me?''

"On what?''

"Let me show you the world.'' Kristoff stretched his hand out.

Chance looked down at it. "I'll pass.'' He finally said.

Kristoff gave a smile. ’’Have you ever left the country before?''

"That is none of your concerns.''

"I'll take that as a no. I can have a passport ready for you by morning.''

"And there you go, assuming I don't have one.''

''Have you ever travelled?''

"No.''

"Then this is your sign to, everything will be on me. So what do you say? Let me show you the world.''