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🌑 Aiden's Car.
[url=https://i.imgur.com/D7wANsa.jpg]🌑 Restaurant Duncan.[/url]

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🌑 None.

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"It's not in the way that you hold me..!" Captivating lyrics flowed through the loudspeakers in Aiden's vehicle, caressing the sense of sound as Duncaster embraced sight with every mile. The boy was often chastised by his father for finding comfort in the front seat, an otherwise trivial manner most would consider less than an issue. However, as had been established, it was quite clear that Bradly Connors unearthed more disappointment in his son, than pride, as if the disposition was a conscious stroke. Those of wealth did not equal themselves with peasantry, a phrase the man had repeated more than once. As such, seeing Aiden's butler donning the position of driver at his side was considered distasteful. A proper passenger ought to have remained in the back. "It's not in the way you say you care!" Tenebro's hit single 'Hold The Line' continued to stream through the loudspeakers, and pale lips moved in motion with every word.

[b]"It's not in the way you've been treating my friends..,"[/b] Aiden sang, gently tapping his dainty fingers against the armrest.

"You changed your tune, Master Connors," Charles spoke, the elderly gentleman who had been seeing to the boy since Aiden's birth. Truly, the now teenaged heir to Infinity Enterprises considered Charles his family, more so than any of whom he shared blood. 

[b]"Nah, I'm still feeling like shit,"[/b] came confirmation from the lad, [b]"but, you know, if I'm going to hell, might as well enjoy the ride."[/b]

Unable to stifle a chuckle, Charles maintained his attention on the still rain-soaked road. "Ah, that is quite ironic coming from you, Sir." 

Shaking his head, Aiden joined in on such festive reactions. [b]"You never know, Charles. Dad really wishes he was the Devil."[/b]

Situations like these did cause the older man to grunt in approval, but voicing such a fact was quite dangerous for a butler. Indeed, he was technically hired by Bradly, not Aiden, even though such an issue could be rectified if the patriarch of House Connors did decide on such an act. Aiden had discussed the scenario, already, where he claimed that upon such finality, he would simply hire the man back. The boy was, after all, nineteen. He possessed his very own wealth, and could do with it as he pleased. "Well, Master Connors, here we are," Charles stated as he parked the car outside of Restaurant Duncan. 

Truly, the building was a monument in itself. One would be foolish for assuming the whole complex a mere restaurant, however. Indeed, the penthouse was a building housing several businesses, with Restaurant Duncan offering its services on the top floor. Aiden would be willing to admit that high altitudes had become a norm, for the young man. Views stretching their way across the cityscape were more common than not, in his daily routines. [b]"I'll see you soon, Charles,"[/b] Aiden spoke, placing his slender hand on the door before pushing it open. [b]"Think of me while you enjoy TeneFlix and a glass of whiskey..,[/b] a long sigh escaped the young angel's lips, [b]"and I will try to survive this hellish meeting."[/b]

"You will do splendidly, Master Connors," Charles offered his charge a soft, if understanding smile. "Lady Rose is at the very least pleasant."

[b]"It's my parents that I dread,"[/b] Aiden finished, before offering his butler a quick farewell. They had previously made their way to the Connors Mansion for a change of clothes, which put pressure on maintaining adequate time. He would grant them that much, at least, even if a full suit stretched its way outside his preferred form of attire. 

[i]"Do you think they'll be aggravated? We are.., three minutes late."[/i] Lumen stated, his dimly radiant form making itself known as Aiden stepped through the lobby. It was as one might have suspected, architecture which would click against heels, with every step. Marble floors rowed the entryway, along with pillars of the same shape holding up an oil-painted ceiling. If Aiden wore anything but his soft canvas shoes, the boy's presence would be brought to the forefront, the moment he stepped passed guarded doors. 

For one used to such sights, this presentation was considered part of the scenery, but it did not pass Aiden by, to appreciate the dedication and professionalism which had been poured into its construction. [b]"They can kindly go and fuck themselves,"[/b] the boy offered, his eyes meeting the Angel's, before turning to view the lobby receptionist. She only noticed his arrival once the teenager found himself in front of the large counter.

"Oh!" A surprised expression forced itself to her features, the receptionist attempting to gather her bearings, rather than focus intently on the screen in front of her, as she had previously done. "Sorry!" She tried, "Mr. Connors, correct?" 

[i]"It's almost as if you caught her sleeping,"[/i] Lumen chuckled, rubbing his chin. [i]"What do you think she was looking at?"[/i]

[b]"Yeah,"[/b] the boy offered, managing a small grin as he turned to Lumen, before shifting his gaze back to the receptionist. He was not going to chastise the poor girl, even if it had been within his nature. High heels and hard soles were likely the first indications which she had learned to react to, when those large, blue eyes were studying the likely myriad of numbers on that computer screen. 

"I will notify Restaurant Duncan of your arrival, Sir! Please, head on up to the top floor, and they will show you to your table," she finished, appearing somewhat uncertain as she spoke to the young Celestial. However, when she earned a 'Thank you', followed by a pleasant, soft wave, the receptionist managed a breath of relief. It did not require much thought to imagine most of her interactions. Wealth offered with it piranhas, and it often robbed those it had claimed of humility. 

Stepping into the elevator, Aiden offered the girl one last, and playful wave before the metallic doors came to a close. [b]"She's new,"[/b] he uttered, leaning against a polished wall. He had been to this venue often enough to know their receptionists, but this specific young woman had not presented this occupation, during any of Aiden's previous outings. Restaurant Duncan was, after all, his parents' favorite spot, and they were well aware of Aiden's condition, as one might say.

[i]"And quite lovely, wouldn't you agree?"[/i] Lumen pitched in, revealing a somewhat more mischevious personality than he had displayed, earlier. This was nothing new, and Lumen was far less rigid than he sometimes advertised. It all depended on the task at hand, and as it was, Aiden did not assume the role of an anxious mess. Inevitable acceptance of the situation had seen to that.

[b]"They'll eat her alive,"[/b] came a response from the boy, before the elevator doors slid open, where he was immediately met by the soothing touch of piano strings. Taking a step forward, he felt the soft foundation of a carpet beneath his feet, and it did not take long before a waiter greeted him at the entrance. For an elevator to be the front door for a restaurant would likely have been considered odd, but not for this forum. Not for the upper class, and most certainly not for a scene which had been repeated far too often, for Aiden's tastes.