Dante stepped into the restaurant and looked around the place. He walked further into the restaurant, his eyes set on the table at the farthest end of the restaurant.

James was seated at the table, an annoyed look on his face. Dante had just finished up a few things at office and had called James over to talk to him.

Luckily, James was willing to talk about things and they had chosen to meet up at a restaurant close to Dante's company.

"Hey man." Dante greeted as he pulled ...