Chéri nodded and smile reassuringly. They were gonna wait for Zechariah. Honestly, considering what had happened to them in the last week, waiting for a man to finish his drink was a welcome break from grinding and hustling, even just mentally.

“Alright. Just that?” Hey, maybe Zechariah was here to drink more and Chéri knew better than putting anything, even their empty pockets, between a man and his drink.