"My, my! What a surprise! Haha! Who would have thought that my dearest friend would ever invite me for lunch?"
Conrad's face nearly scrunched at the loud voice of the approaching Maynard as if they were the only people in the restaurant. Maynard approached their table with arms wide open while Conrad's gaze slid onto the young man walking behind Maynard.
Asher.
"What a treat! Well, I guess, since we're growing old, you're having a soft spot for me," humored Maynard, taking a chair across from Conrad.
"It's good to see you again, Mister Blac. I hope you've been well." Unlike the shameless Maynard, his son bowed and politely greeted Conrad before taking a seat.
Observing Asher's mien and Maynard left a huge question in Conrad's head. How could this young man be so exceptional and smart while Maynard just never grew older? But then again, having such a childish father, it wouldn't be surprising if the child had to mature early.
