Everything belongs to me

OLD FAMILY RECIPE

"Come this way, Sir," the old man said, showing Alexander where he should sit, while Alexander looked down at him with a shocked expression.

"Mr. Foster?" Alexander mumbled just as they got to the table the elderly man had been leading him to and the utterance of his name made Mr. Foster look up at Alexander with a surprised expression.

"You know me, young man? I don't think I've seen you before, but is this not the first time eating here?" Mr. Foster asked with a pleasant smile and eyes that were so old and wrinkled that they were slits.

"I don't think I've seen someone with your features here before—" Mr. Foster said before he finished, he jolted and held Anthony's arm.

"My apologies for making you stand this long. Please have a sit"

Mr. Foster pointed at the chair right next to them and Alexander looked down at it, smiling with a hint of melancholy, as that was the same spot he had sat down all those years ago.

He looked closer and realized something.

"It's the same table as back