RIGBY'S POV:
I'm bloody starving. I've eaten nothing but MacDonald's and Subway all week and as much as I dig a good sandwich or burger, I've definitely had my fill.
We're still standing in the lobby trying to decide what to eat. No one can agree for more than two seconds.
Everyone is looking at Clover as if she's the deciding vote.
"Er..." She's unwilling to take sides. It's written all over her face. She just wants some d*mn food. "I could kill for a steak."
'Thank f*ck for my girl,' that's all I can say. Real bloody food. I'm not going to lie. I got a little scared for a moment that she'd start asking for a salad - rabbit food - but Clover Levon isn't like other girls.
"Steak it is," I say, clapping my hands together in finality.
"Is that okay?"
She looks uncertain but everyone is nodding their consent. Not that it matters. I'd have dragged her out of here and abandoned the lot of them, just to get some red meat.