Scott POV
The car park was almost empty outside the bar and grill; I booked it on a Monday at six pm, knowing it was their quietest day of the week. Any other day or a little later on this evening, it can be booked out for months in advance, knowing the owner has its perks, and it is times like this that I am glad I do.
I enter and am greeted by the smells of fried onions, causing my mouth to water.
'Hello Scott, your guests have arrived.' The sweet old lady, the owner's mother, greeted me with her motherly smile and a warm hug. She warms my heart when I see her; she does not always man the counter, but it is a treat when she does. Just knowing she is well and looking healthy makes my day.
'Thank you, Agnas; hope you are well?'
'As always. You know the way. Would you like your usual?'
