CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
While he devoured his steak, I sat across him sipping coke while remaining profoundly shocked over his reaction. I’d expected he’d get angry at me but instead he looked calm, very unreadable as he seemingly enjoyed his steak. No one had spotted him yet and he seemed to relish it. I had to admit the outside tables outside the restaurant were actually a good choice.
“I’d come back to Paris just for this,” he smiled proudly as he swallowed the last chunk, a contented smile on his face.
“It looked delicious,”
“It is delicious. Anyway, we need to get back into to the hotels, get an ample amount of sleep and be up on time tomorrow for rehearsals. But before that, how about a beer, huh? Just one and we call it a night,” he shrugged.
“What are you doing?” I questioned, u
