The restaurant was expansive, consuming half of the building's top floor. Tables were generously spaced, their respective conversations becoming inaudible in the vastness of the dining area.

Before their arrival, Bennett had booked a reservation.

They were led to a booth by the window.

“Good evening, Mr. Dreskin, Mrs. Dreskin," greeted the waiter, his hands sketching a welcoming gesture. Claudia shifted from the wheelchair to a chair while Bennett occupied the seat opposite hers, instructing the waiter to stow away the wheelchair.

Claudia had visited this restaurant with Aurora once, but never had she been seated by the window, let alone such a prime spot.