Money Heist Denver -

“You ate my fucking cracker?” Denver slammed his fists on the metal table. His eyes, wild and brown, locked onto Rio, who shrank into his hoodie.

Denver blinked. He patted his jumpsuit pocket. Crinkle. He pulled out a slightly smashed, but very real, saltine cracker. money heist denver

“Good! They should know what happens when you steal from a man with a shaved head and abandonment issues!” “You ate my fucking cracker

“Apology accepted,” Denver grumbled. “But next time, ask. A man’s snack is his castle.” He handed the other half to the little girl. “And you… you’ve got eyes like a spy. You want a job when you’re older?” He patted his jumpsuit pocket

Everyone froze. A young hostage, maybe eight years old, stood holding a juice box. She pointed at Denver’s pocket. “Your cracker fell out earlier. When you were doing push-ups to impress the lady with the eyepatch.”