Chapter 15: Hesitations 2
By the time he arrived at the restaurant, the clock read 6:30 p.m
Looking through the glass door, he saw polished wood floors glowing softly under warm lights.
The place was unpretentious—more focused on good food than flashy decor.
"Evening," he said, pulling up the reservation on his phone.
The host glanced at it, then smiled politely. "Right this way, Sir."
The table waited near a large window—the best seat in the house.
Outside, the ocean spread wide, reflecting the pale moonlight and early stars.
Waves lapped quietly, mixing with the piano’s notes and the murmur of nearby voices.
’Now this is what I call a good atmosphere.’
While waiting, he scrolled through his crypto investments on his phone. Seeing the numbers made him happy.
"Terrence."