“We have a reservation for three people in one of your private rooms,” Jensen said after approaching one of the servers who was standing next to the entrance of the restaurant.
“Your name, sir.”
“Jensen Morris.”
The server must have recognized who Jensen was, and he seemed rather awestruck for a second or two before he quickly led the way inside. Jensen, Milo, and Kenta tailed the server rather closely from behind. Milo noticed there were only five private rooms, and they were all located side by side right at the edge of the restaurant itself. That implied that the windows in all those private rooms would give their occupants the best views of the airplanes taking off and landing. Milo also wasn’t astonished to discover that the interior of the private room Jensen had reserved for their dinner date was lavishly decorated. Everything inside was beautiful and obviously expensive. Milo knew the brands of the furniture and utensils at one glance, and they weren’t cheap at all.