Our ride lasted about a half an hour, with the traffic and stoplights. We finally arrived at the restaurant, Niku Steakhouse. I have been here before with Gramps and Nene for my sixteenth birthday. I loved their wagyu steaks and their pickled vegetables. How did Leo know I loved this restaurant?
We walked into the restaurant, and the staff seated us quickly. I knew the restaurant had just opened, so I knew we would be the only ones here for a while. Leo ordered a French Bordeaux, and since I was not legal to drink in public places, I had to settle with water.
“What is good here?” Leo asked me. I looked at him, shocked that he didn’t know what was good here.
“You never been here before?” I asked him.
“Nope. Your dad mentioned you loved this restaurant before the s**t show happened, so
