The black car slid into the underground parking of The Atelier, its headlights cutting across the glossy cement before dimming to silence. Miles stepped out, his movements calm but deliberate, the weight of his thoughts following him up the elevator that led into the heart of the restaurant.
The low hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery greeted him as he emerged into the main hall. Warm lights spilled across polished wooden floors, and the faint aroma of Elena's cooking drifted from the kitchen.
By the counter, Daniel stood beside the biller, sleeves rolled neatly, his usual calm smile greeting Miles.
"You're quite early today," Daniel said, raising an eyebrow.
Miles drew in a steady breath, keeping his voice neutral. "Nothing, father. I just came here to see how everything's going."
Daniel studied his expression for a moment. "Is there anything wrong?"
Miles shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. "Not at all. Where's mom?"
