Andrew sat there, nervously. It had been two days since he'd been confined to May and Ford's house. Since then, he had read the letter that Maxwell had written, and now, two days later, he was sat in the same restaurant that he'd gone to by himself, waiting for the other man to arrive.
This time he'd gone the proper route, and had made a reservation. When he'd found out the name of the restaurant, he'd nearly fainted, but he still went through with it.
He couldn't believe that he'd walked into a restaurant that was so well known not just in the area, but in the country and had gotten a table for himself without a reservation. The fact that the chef had come out and spoken to him was also incredible, and so now he wanted to pay it forward.
That, and they offered private rooms, and he wanted to share the good food with Maxwell, even if…things were a bit…