When the two gentlemen agreed to have lunch, they sat on the chair facing one another across a long table. They were so far apart, like two meters away.
He had seen this kind of setup before from movies where two actors would seat across one another so far they'll have to speak up in order to hear whatever they are saying.
Maybe that's just how the rich do that.
Then the chef present inside began serving them food, starting with the adobo premium. Why is it called adobo premium? Well it's just common in fancy place to add adjectives that make things sound richer than they actually are.
Timothy thought about that as the plate was set down in front of him—three bite-sized portions of adobo, neatly arranged on a white porcelain dish with decorative streaks of black garlic paste and a sprinkle of edible gold flakes.
