☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
Despite the fact that what Carlos was saying was true, Newt still blushed and looked bashfully down at the table for a moment. “I appreciate that, Carlos.” He said, offering a small smile again. “But really, I didn’t do much – if anything, you helped me by allowing me to take that bundimun.”
“You did the research on the bundimun and came up with an idea to remove it without harming it,” Carlos pointed out. “Not to mention the actual work that came with cleaning up after it. I would have never known how to even approach the problem without you.”
He glanced down at the menu, and was quickly confused. “What’s a ‘banger’?” he asked, appearing a little troubled.
Newt smiled softly, though at Carlos’ question he gave a quiet chuckle. “A banger is a kind of sausage. They’re very good.” He said, and crossed his legs.
Carlos looked at him. “Sausage?” he asked. “Is it spicy? Also, I don’t understand some of the other things listed here… chips? Like, those thin crispy potato things?”
The Perfect Scientist 
