This wasn't Emerald's first time inside the building complex. She had visited Time Warner Center a couple of times with her mom, Luca and her friends but this was the beautiful shrink's first time in the Japanese restaurant, Masa.
Having been raised by parents who were restaurateurs and head culinary artists themselves, Emerald grew up to not be a frequent punter of beaneries unlike Oriana. Instead of having to order pizza, Emerald would rather bake hers herself.
“Good evening, ma'am. What will you be having this evening?” a neat waiter in a white long sleeved shirt, black slacks with a black apron around his waist with the words, Masa — where perfection is cooked and served. . . approached her with a friendly smile on his face, his little left dimple making a vivid appearance.
