The restaurant they stopped at was small, with no more than five people eating inside and a handwritten menu board hanging above the counter.
The place was built with wood, with forest-themed wallpapers around the wooden walls, giving it a rustic and slightly outdated feel. Many eyes turned to look at them as they entered. In the background, jazz music was playing, sounding like it was coming from a very old radio, one that spoke of how old-fashioned this pack was.
Viola looked around warily, moving to walk closer to Sebastian as the men around the place were giving her looks that were uncomfortable and unsettling. If it were up to her, they wouldn't have stopped in the middle of nowhere, but as if sensing her discomfort, Sebastian's arm came protectively around her waist and pulled her closer to his side in a reassuring manner.
