Mirabe stepped outside the private dining room and squinted into the din of the restaurant. “How’d you know I was out grabbing a bite with friends?” she asked, her gaze inadvertently sweeping the area for any sign of Shawn.
Aside from the asional hustle of the restaurant staff, there was no trace of Shawn.
“Oh, a buddy mentioned they saw you in the restaurant.” Shawn’s voice came through the phone, tinged with a hint of guilt.
One of Mirabe’s eyebrows arched inquisitively. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, yeah. Look, you keep enjoying your meal with your friends. I won’t keep you, kiddo,” Shawn said, ready to end the call.
“It’s that tutor friend of <b>mine</b><b>,</b>” Mirabe shook her head, slipping in the exnation just before Shawn could hang up.
“The one who gave you those two boxes of fancy boffee beans?” Shawn paused his goodbye.
Mirabe hummed in confirmation.
“Good heavens, why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve been meaning to take your tutor out for a meal to thank him.” Shawn eximed, surprised.
Mirabe nced back at the private room, “No need, Dad. I reckon he’s too busy for that.”
“Nonsense! Next time you see him, set something up. We have to show our gratitude property, especially since he’s been helping you with studies and even brought such a fine gift Shawn insisted with earnest seriousness.
“We’ll talk about itter. We’re going to eat now,” Mirabe mumbled vaguely and quickly hung up the phone.
Taking someone out to eat just meant spending more money, right? Please, it was best if they didn’t.
Back in the private dining room, Mirabe had barely settled in het seat when her phone buzzed with a new message on Messenger. She nced at it and pressed her fingers to her temples. feeling the onset of a headache.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at James with a serious expression. “My dad wants to take you out for a meal, a little thank you for the tea you gave me. If you’re busy, I can just tell
him you can’t make it, okay?<i>” </i>
James‘ lips twitched slightly.
“Cough, cough…” Wyatt, who had just taken a sip of his drink, nearly choked on it.
“I’m free tomorrow.” James finally replied.
Mirabe raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, I’m not, I have to go film a show tomorrow
“A show? What kind of show<i>?</i><i>” </i>Wyatt asked, intrigued. James turned to her as wel
“It’s called ‘Country Comfort, It’s a live–streamed show<i>, </i>Mirabells exined, giving it a casual plug.
Wyatt quickly pulled out his phone and searched for <i>“</i>Country Comfort, which brought up a slew of rted content. He skimmed through the summary; a five–streamed show about families trying out country living.
“Seems like a pretty novel concept,” Wyattmented.
“If you’re free, you could check it out,” Mirabe said nonchntly,
Wyatt nodded and scrolled down for more details. “But I don’t see your name listed here?
Mirabe’s eyebrows went up. “It’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Alright then, what time does it start?” Wyatt inquired.
“Should be around ten,” Mirabe recalled Collins mentioning it to her
Wyatt made a note of the time and then downloaded an app, where the show would be streamed the next day.
Soon after, the server brought their meals to the table.
After a satisfying dinner, Wyatt went to settle the bill. As he handed over his card and the check to the cashier, he noticed the staff member’s demeanor change as they nced at the room number. Standing up, the cashier addressed him with exceptional politeness. “Good evening. sir. Your bill for the private dining room has already been taken care of.”