The drive back was a breeze. It went by so fast. He decided to take a shower in the meantime, to wash away the exhaustion of the day. He had just a few minutes left to dinner with his mom.
Damian adjusted his cufflinks for the third time that evening, even though they didn’t need adjusting. He had gotten a message from his mother with the restaurant’s name earlier...Gout de la Maison, one of those places that only took reservations if your last name carried a certain weight or your pockets was very deep. It was the kind of restaurant where the waiters wore a three-piece suit and spoke with a foreign accent, where the light seemed engineered to flatter expensive jewelry.
Glancing at his watch, he realized he had about 20 minutes and it'd take 30 minutes to get there. For once in his life,
