After a few minutes, Elliot entered the restaurant after Alphonse and Anasthasia. What greeted him was how wide the interior was, marbled and quartz to perfection. It wasn't full. He took a good look around him, checking several tables. Few of which seemed occupied.
Several couples sat with their tables face to face, with one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their meals. Further found a group of old gentlemen hanging out and almost collapsed with their helpless chuckles from their round of wine cheers.
While few went on their business, Elliot had to look for a place to take a seat—of all places; he chose the view near the entrance; he saw few noblemen come and go across the streets with several vehicles along the way.
