Nora Ainsworth looked at him. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I was waiting to eat with you. It feels better eating with someone." The moment he finished speaking, Nora Ainsworth noticed the Men in Black behind him smiling fondly at them, each one grinning and showing a row of white teeth.
Quentin Grant shot them a glare, and the men instantly wiped the smiles from their faces, their expressions turning completely stoic.
Nora Ainsworth moved closer to him. "Perfect, I'm hungry too. Let's eat together."
He forcefully took her hand. "Together."
Their two shadows huddled close together as they walked toward the living room under a single black umbrella.
The Men in Black watched clearly from a distance. They saw their Young Master had tilted the umbrella entirely over Nora Ainsworth's head. A shimmering layer of snowflakes settled on his shoulders, but he seemed completely oblivious.
Once up the steps, he collapsed the umbrella.
