"A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't eat in a restaurant alone." I heard a familiar voice from the man who stood in front of me. I lift my eyes off the plate, and it was a familiar face.
"So, you're not happy to see me. Did I bothered you much last week?" If he knows, why asking? "I thought you'd remember that your friend is called Mr. White, and you'll agree to meet me." Oh!
"I was busy to check who is Mr. White, Adam. And you didn't make my job or the orchestra's easy by refusing to sign a contract that already has my signature," I said greeting between my teeth. Adam is a gentleman, but the guy that invited himself to my table is daring and challenging my patience.