Chapter Eight: Dinner Inquisition

We were sitting in a small room in the back of a quiet family owned Italian resturant. I was surprised to see the owner of the resturant talk to Jayce as if he had known him for quite some time. There was hardly anyone in the place but the atmosphere was pleasant and quaint. "I know it's a small place but they have some of the greatest food and I wanted a place where we could have some private quiet time," he said as I stared at his blue-green eyes. I smiled and knew that given his popularity and who he was, finding some place quiet would be difficult but it appeared as if he had gotten exactly what he wanted. "It's perfect," I told him as I smiled and looked down at the menu.

We sat in silence for a moment then he cleared his throat and wanted to reassure me that he chose this place for privacy. He was quite specific in wanting to make sure we would not be interrupted and as he spoke I realized how difficult his life must be. People were always approaching him no matter where he was