But right now I did not want to eat.
“Max, why did you really come to visit?” I asked in the process. Meaning, in the process of Max consuming his food.
I pinched a bit of this and that. But Max was eating as usual, with appetite. When he finally pulled himself away from the food, they brought me a third cup of coffee. I fidgeted, thinking only about leaving the restaurant and meeting Her on time. I still had plenty of time and there was no need to be anxious, but I was anxious. We blabbed about this and that. Actually, it was mostly Max. It was just blabbing. Nothing special.
Here is the chat between me and Max that took place at the Georgian restaurant “Gentsvale”:
Max: So you’re not going to tell me about this woman?
Me: Max, I won’t just tell you about her, I’ll introduce you.
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