Dave, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep wrangler looked back at Marx with a glint in his eyes. He was curious what will his answer be to Amaya's request. Her body was tilted toward Marx and she was looking at him with doe-like eyes.
Marx cannot find it in his heart to reject her but thinking about safety, he cannot allow her to eat in such a crowded fast-food eatery. He glanced at the man in front who was looking at him with interest.
"Do you know of a quiet restaurant that serves fried chicken and french fries?" Marx stressed the word quiet.
Dave chuckled softly. He directed his gaze to the driver. "Let us go to Lola's"
Lola's was a famous restaurant whose specialties were different chicken recipes. The car took a U-turn and after a few minutes entered a smaller road before they stopped in front of the building with unique architecture. The roof was shaped like a traditional Lireyan hat, with a pointed top and a wide brim.
