James’s POV,
We just stared at each other, while we heard someone clearing their throat and it’s Mr. Choudhry. “Umm… I think the food is delicious here, don’t you think so?” He asked with an awkward smile and I can sense his discomforts as he was shifting back and forth. I then decided to talk, now.
“Yeah, it is, Mr. Choudhry and it’s one of the famous fancy restaurants in London too.” I tried to answer him but it’s a bitter one. What to do? Anyway, I had to tell him something to make him rest at ease, I thought.
“Oh, I see. It’s awesome and I had to come here often when I come to London, again, Mr. James.” He chuckled and I nodded smiling back. I would never give a damn about replying to others or nodding or something like that, but I had to do it because I want this f*****g deal to d
