"I guess we have to pack up for now." Jules declared, seeing that the sun was beginning to set. Soon, darkness would take over outside.
No doubt, she and her friend would have to return the next day, but they would not need everybody else. They could finish up the rest by themselves.
Besides, she and her friend would have to meet with the design team who would transform the place into its new glory. Afterward, they would scout for the rest of the stuff they would need in the restaurant.
"Yeah, I think I could not move my arms anymore." Philip, who usually did not complain, slumped on one of the chairs.
Jules thought the old goat had gone a long, long way from his conservative, old-fashioned manners. He had turned from the strict, grumpy man into this slightly warmer and kinder version of himself.
