It didn't quite taste like a chocolate malt, but it was on its way there, and on a hot Vegas day, Hunter would take that in trade for his hot drip coffee, which he had ordered because he couldn't pronounce anything on the menu. Oblivious to any risk Mingmei had taken in offering him a second drink, Hunter slurped up on the straw and chewed on the ice with a slight but very pleased smile. "Yeah, it's pretty good," he admitted, not quite willingly but with a glance at her, as if waiting to see what she was going to ask in return for it.
He eyed her sideways, remembering the person on the journals that had asked for someone to tutor them in English. It was kind off a reach, but they had offered coffee, and Hunter had made leaps before. He decided not to say anything right then, he just shelved it for later. It wasn't like he was interested in the tutor thing, but the more people he knew on the journals, the better off he was.
There was a screech of brakes outside, and Hunter looked up as the tow truck pulled in. "That's my ride. I'll see you around." He got up without even a thank you, and he took his bad manners with him out into the burning sun, whereupon the dog got up and trotted after him as he went out to greet the tow truck.