We arrived at the restaurant Joshua had mentioned. It was luxurious and distinctly Italian. The building was made of brown brick with a magnificent vaulted ceiling. There were paintings by famous painters hanging on the walls. The place was warm, with the aroma of wine mixed with spices. I had a feeling the food would be delicious.

"Do you also own shares in this place, or is this restaurant yours?"

"This restaurant isn't mine. I've eaten here once before."

"With Alana?"

"With my business ...