A Painting

Behind the counter, a man in his forties was leaning on the table impatiently. As soon as he saw Arash and the others, a light passed through his eyes and he smiled.

((Hello, welcome to mishan Restaurant. I am Aflan mishan. dear customers. What can I do for you?))

((Hello, the four of us came here for lunch, please give us a table and your menu.))

((Sure. Please follow me.)) The restaurant was not large and had only five tables, and the man led them to a yellow wooden table with four chairs which there were two chairs on both sides

And had a view of the street.

((Please, I will bring you the menu in a few moments. Because we are not busy today, it takes a while for your food to be ready, is there anything I can do to entertain you? Drink? Board games? anything? ))

Zalia and Rashun sat on one side of the table and Arash and Nolan on the other.

((Bring your best drink. And ...)) Rashun was explaining.

((Alcohol-free))

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