Peter drove me to the Begum restaurant. He walked ahead of me, but kept turning to see if I was still with him as we went into the restaurant. This was one of the most popular restaurants in the states, but still, I was uncomfortable. I still felt so off. I had no idea if I was doing the right thing by joining Peter on this lunch. I didn’t want any more drama. All he had done earlier was still fresh on my mind, and I couldn’t just ignore it. “Let’s get a table,” he was saying as he led me into the restaurant. The ambience spoke of money. Though, I didn’t understand how Peter would have so much to squander on lunch. Though, I realised it was part of it. He had to impress the mafia’s daughter, but all I felt for him was utter disgust. He wanted to bring out the chair, so I could sit down, but I cornered him by siting on another seat. He sighed as he sat down. After perusing the menu, I decided to order chicken sandwich and cold coffee. While waiting for the waiter to get ou
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