Paul was sitting at the almost empty restaurant, frowning as the seconds ticked by. He had been left waiting for far too long, and he was starting to get impatient. The restaurant was a far cry from Dorsia's luxurious and expensive setting, and Paul was not at all happy about sitting here like a dog waiting for a treat. The faint smell of olive oil hung in the air, mixed with the distant sound of clinking silverware.

The music playing in the background, almost Latin in nature, didn't do much to cure Paul's boredom. The decorations were also disappointing, so shitty, but he tried not to let it bother him. Still, his eyes would occasionally drift to the faded paintings on the walls, causing him to glance around the room. He tapped his foot lightly against the floor, the sound barely audible above the ambient noise.

Finally, the bell above the door jingled, and Paul's mood instantly brightened. As his friend approached, Paul's blue eyes lit up. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Well, you're late," Paul said with a smirk, but there was no real malice in his voice. He couldn't help but notice how good his friend looked under the warm restaurant lighting.