“Would you like a bottle of wine? Something to eat?” Turner asked when he finally noticed how empty the table was. “My treat.”
Roger shook his head. “I would love to enjoy some of the food at your restaurant. I still visit the branch in New York once in a while.”
“But?”
“But I have a plane to catch.”
Turner didn’t bother to point out that Roger traveled everywhere by riding on a private jet. The plane wouldn’t take off without Roger in it. However, Turner was relieved. He wouldn’t have to sit across the table from his ex-boyfriend and make excruciatingly awkward and painful small talks for the next hour or so as the two of them shared a meal just like old times, and he considered that as a good fortune. He wasn’t sure he could stomach a stilted conversation with his ex-boyfriend for an extended period of time. Roger got up on his feet, and Turner accompanied his ex-boyfriend all the way to the entrance of the restaurant.