"Where's Owen Lewis?"
Andrew Davidson finally found a topic to start speaking, so he immediately asked Annie Davidson.
Annie returned to her seat.
"In the back."
Just as Annie finished speaking, unsurprisingly, Owen Lewis pushed the door open and appeared.
Opening the door, he saw everyone looking at him.
Owen Lewis was momentarily stunned. What's going on?
Did he have something dirty on his face?
Couldn't be.
"Owen, we're about to wrap up. Have you finished eating?"
Andrew broke the awkward silence by speaking up.
Everyone had drunk quite a bit of wine tonight, especially Annie, who hadn't fully recovered yet.
"I'm done eating."
Owen Lewis nodded and then returned to his seat to grab his coat.
Everyone stood up, ready to leave, with Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary holding hands, looking very sweet.
Due to Andrew's status, he left the hotel first.
At some point, a light drizzle started outside.
Maxwell Peary frowned.
"Be careful with your footing, okay?"
