Bourtigne was the kind of restaurant that didn't have a sign out front. You either knew it or you didn't, and if you had to ask, you probably wouldn't get a table.
The interior was all dark wood and dim lighting, the kind of place that exuded a luxurious vibe and seemed quite proud of itself.
Salvatore was already there when Liam pulled up, which didn't surprise Milo at all.
Milo was nervous to enter the restaurant. He looked so small, even compared to the waiter, who was dressed so neatly and nicely.
He glanced at Liam several times, and the man just nodded.
Salvatore was seated at a corner table near the window, his jacket still on, a glass of water in front of him and nothing else. He looked up when Milo walked in, then looked past him at Liam and tilted his head almost imperceptibly toward the door.
Liam caught the signal immediately. "I'll, um... wait outside."
Milo glanced back at him, he didn't want Liam to leave. Then he looked at Salvatore. "Can he sit with us?"
