Avery's POV
"You know what I think? We should end the discussion about Flair and mate stuff. I liked when the conversation was light," I said when he didn't respond after asking what's wrong.
"Yeah, you're right." He immediately gestured for the waiter to walk over where we sat.
"What's our bill?" he asked.
The waiter gave him the bill, and Jameson paid for the food before saying, "Do you want to head somewhere? Probably somewhere quiet," he said.
I agreed by nodding my head.
He stood from the chair and took my hand before heading out of the restaurant.
"Where are we going?
"Is it far?" I asked. I was literally trying to meet up with his pace.
"It's just a few blocks away, just trust me," he said.
We finally got to a pub, and he paid the man in charge to let us in.
"Wait a minut
