THE RESTAURANT JOHN has taken me isn’t as super expensive as the ones I’ve gone to. I don’t mind it really, but I just haven’t been to cheaper restaurants lately. I’m just glad he’s inviting me to dinner, and during the whole drive to the restaurant, my stomach has been rampaged by not only just butterflies, but also the entire zoo. The restaurant is bustling with customers, the place busy with shouts from servers giving orders to the chefs. Although the place is hectic, the ambiance feels like I’m finally at home, at peace despite battling my turbulent self.
A server approaches us, and he looks like he’s in his fifties, wearing a simple grey polo shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans. His hair is slowly greying, and his face is etched with faint lines, showing he’s gradually aging. His e
