Hernandez P.O.V
You know that feeling that entices you when you hear a beautiful Opera song playing in the background, and all you can do is sit back and relax?
Well, that's the case for me right now, while I sat at the most exquisite restaurant in the entire Washington D.C, waiting for the philosophical man.
It's pretty funny that most of the time, that is what I call him because I didn't have the luxury of time to try to remember his name.
No one was seated in the restaurant, only me and the waiters, who were going around doing their daily routine.
The door suddenly opened, and in his usual dark Armani suit came the philosophical man, beaming with confidence and smiles all over his face the moment he saw me; if only he knew what was coming to befall him, he wouldn't be with such smile on his face.
