"Mister, Miss we have arrived.."
The fresh smell of baked goodies delighted Deva's nose when she looked out the window. Almost losing her composure.
While Slyvian stayed back to discuss with the driver. She waited at the other side of the carriage.
After waiting for some time Deva became restless and decided to see if Slyvian was done with his discussion.
"Aye! Sir I'll try my possible best.."
The driver quickly tied the pouch to his waist and ran off.
"Eavesdropping now are we?"
Deva's face grew red from embarrassment.
"Its not what you think.."
She quickly explained.
"Your life for food has made you this agitated..let's go in then.."
They were richly dressed better than the middle class men and noveau riche that dined there. The waiter quickly came to their aid, they were especially nice to their rich customers.
"Welcome to royaloak I am here to take your orders.."