A plate of filet mignon is placed in front of me, and the scent of the perfectly cooked meat pulls me back into the moment. The steak is tender and rare, just the way I like it, the greens crisp and vibrant. The meal is undeniably delicious.
But even as I take a bite, the unease lingers.
"I thought those sorts of noises were only reserved for my food," Austin says, leaning close to my ear.
"I thought those kinds of noises were reserved for my food," Austin murmurs near my ear.
"Sorry, but this is damn tasty."
"Should add that to your repertoire, Aus," Ollie says, patting his stomach.
"Austin has more important things to focus on in the next few months," Leo interjects. I roll my eyes, turning away to watch the band setting up as the harpist finishes her set.
At the Leighton-Carter
