"So? How do you like the place?"
Page had taken Cainz to Hilas Food, a popular restaurant in town. And despite the late hour, the place was still bustling with people.
Sitting at a table in a quiet corner, the two enjoyed their dinner with cheerful hearts.
Upon Page's sudden question, Cainz hurried to swallow the piece of sausage stuffed in his mouth, making sure to act with the utmost decorum.
"It's luxurious yet simple at the same time, and the meals are delicious. I like it," he replied afterwards.
"I knew you'd like it. We have the same tastes after all," Page said, smiling.
"You're trying to butter me up. However, that won't make up for the fact that you've exhausted my camera's storage space," retorted Cainz.
"Oh dear. Don't be such a killjoy. You could buy thousands of them if you wanted, I don't see why you keep whining about a cheap, low-grade camera," sighed Page in exasperation.
