Chapter 211: A private meeting
Andrew sat there, nervously. It had been two days since he’d been confined to May and Ford’s house. Since then, he had read the letter that Maxwell had written, and now, two days later, he was sat in the same restaurant that he’d gone to by himself, waiting for the other man to arrive.
This time he’d gone the proper route, and had made a reservation. When he’d found out the name of the restaurant, he’d nearly fainted, but he still went through with it.
He couldn’t believe that he’d walked into a restaurant that was so well known not just in the area, but in the country and had gotten a table for himself without a reservation. The fact that the chef had come out and spoken to him was also incredible, and so now he wanted to pay it forward.
That, and they offered private rooms, and he wanted to share the good food with Maxwell, even if...things were a bit...
Andrew sighed, sitting in his nicely tailored clothes, a new phone in his pocket, and the feeling of May’s, Kim’s, and Maxwell’s Mom, Luis’ gaze on him.
They had insisted, not only on helping him get dressed, but also following him to the restaurant. They weren’t doing it because they were afraid that he was going to hurt Maxwell, or vice versa, they just wanted him to know that he had support behind him.
Andrew was terrified about what the outcome of this conversation would be.
The letter that Maxwell had written burned in the inner suit pocket he’d slid it into.
The ladies, especially Luis, had helped Andrew get ready. They had taken him to a tailor, where Andrew learned that most of his clothes that Thomas had gotten him had come from, with her help, and they had gotten him suited up. They believed, May included, that dressing was half the battle.