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He motioned to the young woman and led them to the table. It was then that he regretted it, for the right place that had been recommended to him was in the garden. It was true that they could see everything from there, and everything was newly remodeled. He had known the owner since he was a teenager, and he knew the quality of the food. But still, he thought he was giving him a bad impression, and that for Arthur was terrible.

“Where did you hear about this place?” Morgana wanted to know, as they sat down at the table, and the waitress handed them the menu.

Arthur felt a little uncomfortable.

«How do I tell her I worked here on the weekends when I was in high school?»

“One of my employees brought me here,” he lied.

The truth was that he had helped the owner with all the improvements.

“It was a very good choice…” Morgana looked to the side.

“Arthur…” he finished, shaking his head and making a dramatic gesture, he added: “I can't believe you don't remember my n