Chapter 72: Jonathan and Castle
The loud clattering and chattering of noise meets him as he stepped into the cold restaurant, glancing down at his watch he commended himself for being right on time regardless of how long and tiring his trip was.
Searching through the people who were sitting and dining, he was hopeful to see the woman who had sent him a mail concerning his daughter.
A black-haired waitress dressed in her official work cloth meets up with him, a bright smile on her face.
"Mr. Arnold." she began, her semi-high pitched voice stated clearly. She had a bit of an slurry accent which made her words sound carefree yet sophisticated.
"Your table is right this way sir." She ushered him through the tables until they reached the one by the window with a very clear view of the city
