[color=7bcdc8]"Good. I'm starving."[/color] Morgan slipped out of the car as he held the door open for her. She was again greeted by a gust of warmth as the two entered the restraint. She was about to make some cheeky comment back at him when she turned round and saw his face- which was completely blank. Arching a brow, she followed his gaze to the front desk, but said nothing. Her mouth was set in a thin line, half way between a look of confusion and a look of suspicion.