< Star's Apartment >
Sitting down across from Star, Richter scooted his chair forward, up close to the table. "OK, help yourself...," he said, removing the covers off of the food.
"I'm not a chef or anything, but...it should be edible or least I hope so.", he laughed to himself.
Sitting down across from Star, Richter scooted his chair forward, up close to the table. "OK, help yourself...," he said, removing the covers off of the food.
"I'm not a chef or anything, but...it should be edible or least I hope so.", he laughed to himself.