Soon, Calix arrived at the Italian restaurant. The chauffeur dropped him off before going away, either waiting at someplace nearby or returning to Xu International. He told the younger man to do as he saw fit.
Office workers from the nearby areas filled the restaurant, enjoying their lunch after a busy morning. Seeing neither Xander nor Davin had arrived, Calix asked one of the waiters where the reserved table was.
"Please come this way, mister."
The waiter led Calix to a table next to the glass-paneled walls in the back, quite secluded from other patrons. The former served him some plain water before resuming his job.
Slipping his hands into the pocket of his pants, Calix leaned comfortably against the chair's backrest. He turned toward the glass wall, silently watching the passersby and vehicles moving outside.
'The food here is good. A bit different from the ones in Rome. Still, I think she'll love it.'
