Soft light from the hanging lanterns illuminated the restaurant with an air of luxury. Tables adorned with red tablecloths adorned the room elegantly, creating a perfect setting for a classy dining experience.
The waiters walked swiftly, wearing classic black-and-white uniforms. With friendly smiles, they presented menus and assisted guests in selecting their desired dishes. Their soft voices fill the space, creating comfort in the midst of the crowd.
At one of the tables in a corner of the restaurant, Klaus enjoyed his lunch with three acquaintances. Before him sat Max, chatting away while devouring his pasta. The man hadn't stopped talking since he walked into the restaurant.
"Turns out my buddy here is part of some conglomerate family. Damn, why didn't you ever tell me?" Max asked, genuinely curious.
