"Mum..." Mrs. Robert, who didn't notice him come in, as a result of her being in deep thought, was almost jolted when she heard his voice. "Son."
"What are you thinking, Mum?" He asked, a bit concerned by how deep in thought, his mother was.
"It's nothing-" Mrs. Robert sighed and pinched between her brows. "-I am still waiting for your father."
"Are you sure he will come?" Shawn inquired, a bit skeptical about whether his father would show up or not.
"Of course, he will. Let's wait a little bit more, alright." She smiled at him and lovingly ruffled his hair.
A deep breath fled Shawn's nose, and he nodded, then pulled his phone out to browse on it for the meantime while waiting for his father to arrive.
A few more minutes passed, and the door to the restaurant was pushed open. Mr. Robert, outfitted in black pants and a black long jacket with his black hair neatly combed, walked in.
