"Where should we park now?" asked Levi from behind.
Just as we drove through the entrance of the building, a uniformed boy waved for us to stop. He was wearing a clean maroon jacket and pants and had a crisp, white collared shirt underneath the jacket.
He looked pretty neat except for the fact that his bow tie was askew.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?" he asked us in a courteous yet tired manner.
"Ahh yes. Do you have any guest under the name of Nicholas Ashford? We are with him." Bash informed the young man.
Bash's wristwatch was in view as he leaned outside to talk to the boy and I could see the time. It read well past quarter to eleven in the evening. No wonder he had a slurry tone to his voice.
