The minutes passed painfully slow.
In his watch, Gray checked the time more often than he wanted to admit. For him, each minute felt longer than the last.
He and Mara sat quietly at their table, speaking in low voices only when necessary. It was awkward to talk, especially when silence filled their surroundings. The people who were eating were focused on their dishes, barely even opening their mouths to talk.
'I hope Conrad arrives soon…' That was the only thing that had been running on his mind when he thought of it more.
And as if his prayers had been granted, finally, after a couple of more minutes, the restaurant's doors opened again.
A complete silence immediately rippled across the room.
Gray looked up, and there he was.
Conrad Everett.
