In the heart of London, a new Western restaurant had opened, and given Norris Moore's love for steaks, she absolutely had to come and try it out.
As soon as she got out of the car, she pulled Trenton Smith into the restaurant.
While Norris Moore was excitedly choosing a seat, a soft female voice rang out from not far away.
"Treton."
Norris Moore's gaze returned from the floor-to-ceiling windows as she looked up and saw Sherry White descending in a flowing white dress from the spiral staircase.
Following her was a young British man with blonde hair and blue eyes, dignified and elegant, exuding the mature charm of an Englishman.
"William, my friends have arrived, I'll go talk to them first," Norris Moore heard Sherry White speaking to him in English.
The young man called William nodded, smiled gently without further ado, and turned to leave.
