Fortunately, the steak house was still in its finest, and the grilled steak had only improved from the last time I was here.
My dad used to bring us to this place for special celebrations. Then, my mom continued the tradition when he passed away.
"You're right. This steak is excellent." He took a bite as he sliced another piece.
I also enjoyed another piece as I savor its delicious flavor. "I told you."
Our lunch was going well, but the weather outside was not. The wind earlier was picking up as some clouds are forming in the sky. "Where are we going next?" I asked him as I took note of the coming rain.
He swallowed the remaining meat in his mouth before he responded. "I need to go to my mother's house. Then, afterward, you could show me around town."
"Sure." I wiped the remaining sauce on my lips.
"Wait. You still have something in your face." He said, pointing to the left side of my cheeks.
