After indulging in a sumptuous spread of contemporary dishes, William felt he had dipped his toes into the waters of modern cuisine.
The taste? Mildly satisfying at best. But their flavors seemed muted to his well-traveled palate. Cooking on his own, he mused, would likely yield more tantalizing results.
Evelyn, with her ebony curls and penchant for obscure historical anecdotes, was a delightful conversation partner. Yet William felt no need to flaunt or exaggerate his own experiences or wisdom in her presence.
"William, are you really heading off to a bar job tonight?" Lila inquired, her voice tinged with genuine confusion. Knowing her grandfather's high regard for William, she had assumed him to be a man of immense talent and accomplishment. "With your abilities, surely you could choose something more... prestigious? Especially with that exclusive Black Gold Card at your disposal?"
