The restaurant Rowan chose was the most prestigious in the city, and Levi even felt like he wouldn't be allowed inside because of his simple business casual. Then again, none of the men were in formal attire. He should be safe, at least.
When they rolled up for the valet parking, the attendant looked at the mediocre orange that surely had a lot of miles on its name already. It didn't look old, but to the trained eye, one could say the model was surely five years old. How dare the owner of this car roll up to their valet parking?
Those eyes were easy to spot for Rowan, who was in the backseat with Avery. The atrocious germophobe braved through entering someone else's car just to look for this kid who ran off from him. Scott knew he shouldn't use his car that Avery could recognize from miles away. That was also why they were getting those kinds of eyes from the attendants.
