chapter 11

His friend chuckled and I noticed a dimple, Tristan arrived with three wine glasses. "Adrian, pass me the hand napkins." So his name was Adrian? I didn't know I was starving till I tasted the diced steak with mushroom. "Morris, this is delicious." I said smiling at him, he was standing two feet away like he was waiting for an order. "I cooked it myself not him." Tristan said sounding annoyed. "Really?" I stared at the food then at him, I gagged. "I was about to tell him the salt is too much and the steak is overcooked." I said reaching for my glass of wine. Adrian tried to suppress his laughter. He was about to say something but his ringtone stopped him. "It's my mom." He said to Adrian, he left the dining to answer the call. "How bad is the wound on a scale of one to five?" "100." "That's really bad." "Thanks to your friend." "Those paintings you destroyed can make you the richest person in the world if all the money is summed up." "Who cares?" I reached for the