'You've gotten into my bloodstream'

It was common for Armand to do these sort of activities on the weekends. Even weekdays he could be found wandering, eyes low and bloodshot red wreaking heavily of marijuana and an expensive foreign cologne. An insatiable appetite causing a roar in his stomach. Yet, he was stationary for the moment. It seemed it wasn't one of his usual, trips. He seemed to have an agenda being the way he was clothed.

Fully dressed in his most common attire. A black business style suit with a white button up underneath. His favorite color was ironically Smoke Gray, which ended up being the color of his tie and many others he owned. He sat in the cafeteria section of the Aquarium, a place where he had gained favor among most of the food vendors. Even causing a bit of competition between them as he would approach.





One of his favorite foods ended up being Greek Gyros, which he happened to be shoving down his throat accompanied by french fried potatoes. The Pita wrap sandwich was so hot it had to be contained in foil, but that didn't stop him from scarfing it down and scooping an unnecessary amount of ketchup with his fries.




Propping his black dress shoes up on the seat opposite to his own. People walked by and took glances at him, his appearance made him look important. His cellphone sat atop the table and vibrated with an occasional "bloop" notification that caught someone's ears. He acted like he owned the place wherever he went, and couldn't help but look like someone's boss. He was new to the area, but wouldn't let people know if they couldn't already tell.


He had enjoyed spending time at the Aquarium, mostly to watch the Sharks, even the Water Dragon exhibits, but mostly the food was why he came. It was an ideal place for the group to meet and discuss possible ventures. They'd be far away from prying eyes and hungry ears. For all any onlookers knew, Armand was waiting on a date.