Then Mac looked up, deadpan: "I came to ask about the mixtape, but honestly, I’d settle for a waffle."
Mac hopped out first, leaving the kale juice behind. He spotted the Migos entourage in a corner booth, surrounded by syrupy plates and diamond chains. Instead of sliding up coolly, Mac tripped over a loose curb, sent a napkin dispenser flying, and landed face-to-face with Offset.
"Act casual," Clockwork whispered, adjusting his glasses. "We are simply fans enjoying a late breakfast."
The room erupted.
