Myles looked at Blake for several seconds.
"No. We'll eat there."
Blake stared at him.
"There really isn't any need to choose somewhere this expensive."
"We aren't going to the higher floors."
"...We're not?"
"The ground floor isn't expensive. It's not especially eye-catching either, if that's what you're worried about."
Blake scratched the back of his head.
He looked down at himself, then at Myles.
To be fair, neither of them looked out of place. They were dressed normally. Nothing particularly formal, but certainly not shabby either.
Blake still wasn't convinced.
Myles added, "I'll pay."
"No, no. That's not the problem."
"Then don't worry about your allowance."
"That's still not—"
Blake stopped.
Myles was already walking toward the entrance.
"Come on."
Blake sighed and followed.
The name above the entrance made him pause.
Demidov.
Even the name sounded expensive.
Blake stared at it for a moment.
