"What's the problem? Have you never had a meal at a cheap restaurant?" Ignoring his dumbfounded expression, Hazel entered the one-story eatery and swiftly grabbed a table for them.
Despite its small size, the place was packed. Fortunately, no one recognized Vincent, and they continued to eat their meals.
Taking the seat opposite Hazel, Vincent looked around and sighed. It was his first time in a place this small, and all he could feel was getting squished in with the throng.
"It seems Mr. Roger has not been to a place like this," smiled Hazel, noticing his unease.
"It's Vincent for you." Vincent quickly corrected her, darting his gaze at her, saying, "Remember, we are friends, and friends do not call each other by their last names."
Hazel bobbed her head in understanding and soon placed the order.
"This place is my favorite. Though it is inexpensive, the food you receive is of the highest caliber," she said.
