Ethan S.
I listen to the others as they talk. Dizmon suggests robbing the diner and I have half a mind to let him. Before giving a say, I go over our expenses in my head again and attempt to estimate whether we'll need any more than we already have.
"Go ahead," I tell him afterwards.
Turning back to my bacon cheeseburger, I take a sip of the root beer I'd ordered and take my time eating. The same old questions run through me head as I do and I wonder whether I'll ever be able to find answers to them.
That's what we're here for. Answers.
I finish my food and drink and sit back, sighing at the mental reminder. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I decide it best for us to get on the move again soon. I look over everyone else and find that they're nearly finished with their meals, Zachary being the exception with his mass amount of food.
How does he even eat all that?
Flashing a smile, I shake my head at him and lean forward with my elbows on the table.
"Once we're all finished, we're going to get going," I announce, "Before we do anything like Dizmon suggested we need to figure out who's driving and lay out the plan for the rest of the way to Los Angeles. When the time comes, we'll decide how to go about what we have to do once we get there. Objections?"
