“Thankfully, no one is going to barge in here and point guns to our faces or anything of the sort - then?” She rested her chin at the palm of her hand and looked over to the other guests of the restaurant. The food was arriving for them but Sarah made sure that her dinner would arrive with Rune’s. She felt it was rude of her to eat before him without him enjoying a bite for himself, after all.“Well, thank you for coming,” she tapped her glass against the one filled with water. “I leave at the end of this week, I am traveling to New York for awhile and then back home. I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you, for the little tips you have given me. So far, nothing unusual has happened.” She furrowed her brows slightly, “Nothing out of the usual other than I can’t seem to find rest.”
“Exactly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at how she had put it.
“It’s not a problem. These guys don’t exactly seem your type anyway.” Rune watched the food start coming out. “A little…upity, you know?” He glanced back over to her. “Another art show in New York?”
“Well, they are cut of a different from a different cloth, as they say.” Sarah was out of place here, regardless of how much they appreciated her work, she was not part of their world. “Yes, though my pieces from here will be sent there, to be on display. It is nice, I never really thought I would visit so many different places.”
Their food came out, Sarah had ordered pasta with grilled chicken, crumbled bacon on top and a basket of garlic bread, extra garlic added upon request. The waiter then placed Rune’s dish before him and topped his water off as well.
