Hunter's phone chimed with a soft ding—the first notification in a few weeks. Kant watched him read the message with a confused scowl.
"What, a new year discount spam?"
"You guessed it." Hunter slid the phone across the table for Kant to see.
(New Year, New Goods! Special sales at Jolly Wings, available until the end of January!) 2:55 PM
Kant furrowed his brow. "New goods?"
"Mhm," Hunter hummed sarcastically, then abruptly got up. "That better not be what I think it is."
"You think he caught the barman on his own?" Kant asked, following with a slight limp.
"Wouldn't be surprised if he did," Hunter threw Kant's jacket to him. "But I'm not sitting by to see where this goes."
Kant scoffed. "Didn't expect you to."
As Hunter's car pulled up to the building of the chicken shop, the driveway was uncleaned, fresh snow taking up all the parking space.
