Drunken Court Restaurant.
The four Knight brothers had been there bright and early.
The place opened at 8 a.m., but they showed up at 7, already waiting out front like clockwork.
Vivian had agreed to have breakfast with them, and they were so hyped and nervous about it that none of them managed to sleep a wink the night before.
As soon as day broke, each of them picked out their best casual outfits, making sure they looked extra sharp before stepping out.
They went with a casual vibe on purpose—wanted to seem more laid-back and easy to get close to.
Vivian arrived right on the dot at 9 a.m.—not early, not late. She'd timed it perfectly.
What she hadn’t expected? The four Knight brothers standing at the entrance, obviously waiting just for her.
The second she appea
