Arie confusedly looked at the man as he tried to remember who or where he met the man, but no memory comes to mind.
He looked at the table and he could see an old-looking man tugging on the man's sleeve as if asking him to stop calling him.
Arie walked close and he could clearly see that the old man was stopping the man who called him to their table.
"I think I'm not welcome here? I'll just find another table." Arie said as he was about to turn around and find another empty table when the old man held the end of his shirt to stop him from going away.
"Stay." the old man said in a deep voice.
He was wearing the typical office attire, he also had thick glasses on his face, and his face was full with bushy beard as if he wasn't clearing his own beard for years.
"Okay? I thought you don't want me to sit here?" Arie asked, but the old man stood and moved towards the empty seat next to him and let Arie sit between him and the lean man.
