" How is everything?" Samuel asked.
" Everything is under control. I checked with the others nothing seems to be out of the ordinary." Steve, who was riding shotgun, replied.
" Hmm, Keep a close eye. We don't know what to expect."
" Yes, sir."
They drove for half an hour before reaching their destination. Samuel went to see the small eatery, Little Red Clock, the Moore family restaurant. He had already informed them about his visit.
Samuel walked inside with only Steve, as too many people would gather unwanted attention.
Besides, he didn't want to look like some thug walking with ten bodyguards. It was not very busy too, which helped.
He also prepared a simple disguise, a large cap, and oversized tees; for now, those were enough to hide his identity. It was something he had to get accustomed to eventually because of his recent fame. He didn't want to be swarmed for no reason.
