Ivan didn't mind.
Recently, he had been locked up by Tony for a while, before Justin snatched him away and locked him up in the replica Iron Man suit.
In the end, he found an opportunity to cause trouble for Tony a second time, but Luke caught him and locked him up again. It had been almost two months since he had a good chance to bask in the sun.
It was a rare sunny day in New York today.
They sat down and a waitress came over.
She was in her early twenties, and her long hair was dyed blonde. Part of it was coiled up on top of her head, and there was a lock of it hanging down her forehead that swayed slightly as she walked.
The lock of hair swept across her rosy oval face, making her look both charming and cute.
"What would you like?" she asked with a smile.
Luke said, "I want … well, we both want lattes, a basket of croissants, and four sandwiches."
The waitress nodded, but she still glanced at Ivan, who was looking at the building behind the station without saying anything, before she turned around and left.
Whether or not she liked him, the appearance of a decadent, gorgeous man was naturally very eye-catching.
Very soon, the waitress brought the food over.
Luke paid the money and two dollars. Ignoring Ivan, who was in a daze, he picked up the croissant and ate it.
The young and pretty waitress quickly came out of the shop with a coffee pot in her hand. She walked past the two of them and walked to the table behind them.
"Are you still waiting for that big shot to show up?" she said to a man sitting there.
Hearing the waitress's words, the man raised his head in confusion. "Huh?"
The waitress smiled sweetly. "Iron Man. Many people like to sit here and wait for him to fly over from the sky."
Hm, this was probably a pick-up line. Luke, whose back was to the waitress, subconsciously made this judgment.
To be honest, most men didn't have a good impression of Tony, unless they liked the Iron Man suit. Most of them just envied his wealth.
After all, no matter how handsome they were, they weren't as rich or beautiful as the other party, which was a sad fact for most men.
Very few men would chase Iron Man all the way here just to wait for him to fly over their heads.
Luke turned around with great interest. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well watch a pick-up line.
It was also because the waitress did not choose him and Ivan, two handsome men with different styles, to strike up a conversation, but chose the one behind them.
Luke fell silent when he saw the face of the man who had been hit on.
What do you mean by 'men cry and women remain silent'? That was probably referring to her.
Most men would probably shed tears of shame when they saw him, because they suddenly realized that they were too ugly for the United States.
Most women would silently … cough cough.
He collected his thoughts and focused his attention on the handsome blonde man.
His short blonde hair was combed into a retro oily hairstyle, and beneath the neat hairstyle was an equally handsome face.
Even Ben's doppelganger's face was inferior in terms of handsomeness. On the other hand, Ivan, who had undergone plastic surgery to become "beautiful", was a far cry in terms of temperament.
But Luke soon thought of something else. This man didn't seem ordinary!
At such a close distance, Elementary Sound Wave could vaguely hear the heartbeat of this blonde hunk. It was slow and steady, at least at the level of a top athlete.
Secondly, although the guy's body was covered by a leather jacket, the scan results had already appeared on Luke's lenses.
This man didn't have the body of a cumbersome bodybuilder, but was very similar to Luke's.
Luke narrowed his eyes. A combat expert? And so handsome? He could probably act in an action movie!
While Luke was thinking, the waitress smiled and gave the blonde a cup of coffee for free. She also said that there was free wifi, and that he could sit as long as he wanted.
Luke snorted. What's wrong with this girl? Did I think of a way to set up free wifi so that you could hit on men for free?
In fact, the girl couldn't help but turn her head to look at Luke several times as she walked into the shop.
Luke couldn't help but lean back in his chair. He turned his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Ask her for her phone number! Young man, take the initiative when you're with girls. Don't be an idiot. "
When he said that, a white-haired old man in sunglasses turned his head to look at the blonde man and opened his mouth to say something.
Hearing Luke's words, the old man was stumped for a moment before he smiled. "This young man is right. Men who waste opportunities are idiots. Don't let go of a good opportunity."
Luke's hand, which was stroking his stylish beard, froze for a moment. He looked at the white-haired old man helplessly. It wasn't easy for me to have such a handsome beard to pretend to be a senior. Why are you interrupting and stealing the show?
Although this old man didn't have as much beard as Luke, his hair was all white, and he was clearly older, and more qualified to educate a "young man."
Depressed, Luke could only lower his head to the bigshot. "Yes, the old man is right."
The blonde man looked at the two of them and was stunned. He looked back and forth between the two of them. "You … are father and son?"
Luke hesitated. "Actually, I'm from DC."
The white-haired old man shook his head with a smile. "My hometown is MC."
Both Luke and the blonde man were at a loss. "Where?"
The white-haired old man smiled.
The city! "(Manchester)
Luke: "…"
The blonde man: "…"
In the end, the blonde man still didn't ask for the pretty waitress's phone number. He silently paid the bill and left.
Luke simply watched him disappear into the crowd before he withdrew his gaze.
He was a person who was easy to remember, but that was all.
Just as he was thinking that, a strange sound rang out in the sky.
This time, Luke didn't even bother to raise his head.
What had just flown over his head was just some "prop" that the waitress had used to hit on the blonde man. It wasn't worth mentioning.
On the other hand, Ivan, who had been "looking at the sky" speechlessly, suddenly chuckled, sounding very much like a psychopath.
Luke coughed. "You can eat first. Also, the coffee's cold. It won't taste good. "
Ivan lowered his head and looked at Luke, who was unhurriedly drinking his coffee and eating a sandwich. He then looked at the only coffee and sandwich left on the table.
A sense of absurdity welled up in his heart, but in the end, he could only take a deep breath, bite off more than half of the sandwich, and chew hard.
It was as if he wanted to tear Luke apart and chew on him.
Luke simply watched silently and didn't say anything.
Ivan was now a criminal, and it would be very easy for him to die.
With Luke around, he no longer had the right to make another mistake.
At that moment, Phil got off the train with a helpless expression and walked into the central station.
Looking at Thor and Dr. Jane getting off the train that had just arrived, Thor, who had always been self-disciplined, finally allowed himself to curse in his heart.
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