Sun had already set.
Max and Nina walked back slowly, with the latter clutching the wooden box preciously. They could've just asked for the item to be delivered, but the girl was adamant about bringing it with her.
"It's a precious gift, so I would like to hold it myself." She said.
He could only smile at her reasoning and let her do whatever she pleased. As long as she was happy, then there was no problem.
Like a gentleman, he walked her until she reached home safely. Chef Rush was standing in front of the restaurant, waiting for them.
The large man looked at the wooden box and glanced at Max. Nodding, he turned back to his daughter.
"Go inside and put that in the safe place." He said.
"Ah, yes." Nina nodded at her father's words. She went inside the restaurant, but not before saying goodbye to Max.