"I'm dying..." Adam muttered, holding his stomach, which was inflated like a balloon.
Tron had eaten just as much, maybe even more than him, but he looked more than normal.
"Well, we had a good sit down and discussed a lot of things. It was a productive meeting." Tron said seriously, "Riska, we should go."
"Sure!" Riska exclaimed energetically, rising abruptly.
While Adam and Tron destroyed one dessert after another, Narata and Riska just waited and somewhere, deep down, envied them. They only ordered green tea.
True, they wanted to join Adam and Tron, especially Narata, but she knew, that now she would have to pay a heavy price for it.
She wanted to be an Operator, and she had to sacrifice something for that, even a seemingly trivial thing like food.
