The car continued to drive at standard speed on the streets. Rosalie didn't talk anymore after Tara hung up the phone, and Tara also enjoyed seeing the streets more than going back to talking to Rosalie.
"Where do you want to go?" asked Rosalie.
"I'm hungry," Tara answered without turning her head and still faithfully enjoying the street view.
Rosalie no longer responded. He kept his focus on the steering wheel. His only thoughts were on a famous restaurant and Tara would love it. Ah, that's pretty easy to find because almost all restaurants have good taste and Tara wouldn't have commented too long if the food was good.
The car started to enter the open-air restaurant with many diners from different backgrounds. It does not appear that this restaurant is specifically used by the upper class or even the very lower class. Everything looked the same here, and they didn't even feel envious of others. It's a beautiful sight.
