The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the luxurious restaurant's outdoor seating area. Nick, Paige's uncle, sat at a elegantly set table, sipping a glass of fine wine as he waited for his guest to arrive.
Clinton's grandmother, Joan, emerged from the restaurant's entrance, her silver hair styled in her signature bob. She was dressed in a chic white suit, her eyes shining with warmth as she spotted Nick.
"Nick, dear," Madam Joan said, her voice dripping with sophistication. "Glad we could meet once again."
Nick stood up, his massive frame towering over Joan as he smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Joan. You look stunning."
Madam Joan chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And you're too kind, Nick. Please, sit down."
As they sat down, a waiter appeared to take their orders. Nick opted for the grilled salmon, while Madam Joan chose the vegetarian quiche.
