Setting foot inside the small restaurant, I found the atmosphere to be alright. The space around me proved to be very simple and clean.
Wendy rattled off several names of dishes that were her usual go-to items. We chatted for a little bit before the food arrived at our table. Everyone was hungry, so we immediately dug in.
This establishment was a barbecue restaurant, and their stuff tasted pretty good. We chatted while eating but none of us drank.
I could recall many examples in my memories of what women were like when they got drunk, so I absolutely forbade them to drink.
In the end, we were nearly full before we got down to business matters. I discovered during our talks that Wendy's family was in real estate, just like Helen's.
While I was still mulling over her identity, my phone
