His stomach growled a low rumble as the two walked down to a restaurant of their choosing. The two weren't exactly sure of what they wanted but they would find it eventually.

Ruth took a look around at the people passing by, taking in a deep breath of air before sighing. So many choices, every one of them looked so good. God, he was hungry.

"Alright, so, I've got about 30 bucks to my name, and all of these places are super expensive. So maybe we could find a pizza place somewhere and eat there." Henry rambled, his gaze trailing from restaurant to restaurant.

Rutherford didn't seem worried about the lack of money; he was mainly focused on what he would eventually cram his mouth with. The food that morning wasn't too bad, but it lacked in flavor.

He wanted something more than that. He wanted—

"Ow! Can you watch where you're going please?" A voice spoke up after being knocked to the ground.

Ruth stopped walking as he heard the voice. It caught him off guard, taking a glance down. There sat a man with skin that had the texture of dark chocolate. He rubbed a hand against his ass as he stood up from the ground below; standing upright he was about as tall as Ruth, give or take an inch or two.

Rutherford stayed silent as he watched the man stand up; he never seemed to break eye contact with him. A shudder ran down the man's spine; Rutherford looked odd to him but he couldn't place why.

He cleared his throat, eye contact finally broken, as he began to speak. It was quiet. "Thanks for the help getting up," he rolled his eyes.

Rutherford raised an eyebrow towards Patrick, though for the most part he seemed disinterested in the man. "You're welcome," he replied in a quizzical manner, which earned him a light jab at the shoulder from Henry. "Be nice! He just fell!"

Rutherford sighed inwardly. He knew he shouldn't have be rude but he was just so damn hungry. He couldn't help it.

He took his eyes away from Patrick. Whether it was shyness, not wanting to be rude again, or something entirely different, it couldn't be read by the expression on his face.

Henry balled up his fist, raised it to his mouth, and gave an awkward cough to break the silence. "So uh, dude-"

"My name is Patrick," he interrupted as he introduced himself a little late.

Henry chuckled as he gave a nod, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Right, I should've asked that. My mistake." Henry put his arm down, breathing slower to calm himself down from the initial rocky start to their encounter. "So, Patrick?" His eyes went from glancing around to looking at Patrick. He wanted to make sure their new acquaintance was listening, which by the way Patrick's face took on a much more confused tone, he was.

"Yeah?" Patrick asked, prompting Henry to continue.

"We're really sorry about the way we literally ran into each other and then probably caused a few bruises from the fall, so, as a gesture of goodwill we'd like to invite you to lunch with us. We don't have a whole lot of money but you can treat yourself to whatever food you'd like. I can always open a tab." Henry smiled, hoping he could make it up to him. "So, uh, what do you say?"