"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own." Warrick snapped, looking annoyed.
"I'm not going either," Percival refused flatly. "I'm on a health regimen these days—only tea, no alcohol."
"Fine. If you're going to wait, then keep waiting. I won't be sticking around." Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.
But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction.
"Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope