Chapter 10 : First Date

The seafood restaurant Taylor mentioned is not close to the stadium, more than three kilometers away, diagonally across from the Hilton Hotel in West Palm Beach, a lobster restaurant called Joyce Brothers. The restaurant has luxurious decoration and high-end style.

The restaurant specializes in lobster and stone crab, which are caught right outside the Atlantic Ocean and Gulf of Mexico.

At the Palm Beach seafood market, large lobsters are only a little over ten dollars a pound. In this restaurant, a serving of lobster soup with stone crab juice costs $180, a serving of baked lobster with cheese costs $125, and a serving of jasmine marinated oysters costs $35.

But the taste is really good. It not only retains the fresh taste of the raw materials, but also perfectly blends the aroma of the ingredients, making the taste richer and more layered.

Listening to the violin music in the restaurant and having a glass of Fiano white wine, spending a few hundred dollars more felt like a great deal.

Link had been training boxing all day and his stomach was empty. When the lobsters were served, he turned on the gluttonous mode and kept stuffing food into his mouth. Taylor on the opposite side ate and talked, and was not as interested in the food on the table as him.

"Link, among the female singers, whose songs do you like the most?"

Taylor asked, propping up his cheek.

Link stopped his fork and thought for a moment, "Whitney Houston, Shania Twain, Alison Krauss, oh, and yours, your songs are all good."

"Huh, you added me just to be polite? I can tell."

Taylor pursed her upper lip slightly, not very happy with his answer.

Link shook his head and chuckled, "No, I said it according to the order of debut. Your songs are great, and I believe you will be as good as them in the future."

"Thanks!"

Taylor smiled happily, "How's your boxing going?"

"Not bad. I am undergoing intensive training. I will compete in amateur matches in a while and enter the professional boxing world next year. My coach said that my skills are pretty good and I have a chance to win the gold belt."

"So awesome? I'll go to your competition and cheer you on in the future."

Taylor laughed, shaking his fist.

Link bumped his fist with hers.

After dinner, Link rode his motorcycle with Taylor, slowly strolling on the streets. Whenever he saw a pleasing scenery, he would stop to take a look.

The two of them walked hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, giving him the illusion that they were in love, but unfortunately Taylor had no intention of going to the hotel, and he didn't feel comfortable bringing it up.

It was past eight o'clock when Taylor's cell phone rang for the fourth time. It was Mrs. Andrea calling. She told Taylor that Miami was not safe at night and he had to go back early. Her voice was a little serious.

Link could only ride his motorcycle to take Taylor to the Hyatt Place Hotel.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel entrance, Mrs. Andrea hurried out of the lobby, just nodded at Link, and pulled Taylor into the hotel.

Link waved to Taylor and rode away on his scooter.

"Mom, Link is my friend, you shouldn't treat him like that."

Taylor threw his hat down and said angrily.

"Taylor, I know that's not right. I'm just worried about you. You and Link have only known each other for a few days and you don't know him very well. I don't recommend you get too close to him."

Mrs. Andrea picked up her hat and followed her into the elevator.

"Mom, you're interfering in my private life? I'm nineteen years old. I'm an adult."

Taylor pursed his lips and spoke stubbornly.

Mrs. Andrea shook her head and smiled, "Taylor, I never thought of interfering in your private life. I am just giving you some suggestions from an adult's perspective. You are a singer and an idol star. You are only coming to Miami to attend the music festival and will leave in a few days.

Link is an ordinary person who has lived by the sea all his life. If you like him, you should stay away from him, don't get too close to him and give him some unrealistic fantasies.

If you don't like him and just want to talk to him and find inspiration for your creation, then just treat me as if I said nothing."

The elevator slowly rose. Taylor thought about it carefully and felt that he still liked Link very much. First of all, he was handsome, cool, muscular and strong, like a mysterious agent in a Hollywood movie. It should be fun to interact with him.

Madam Andrea glanced at her, patted her back and said softly, "Taylor, there is one thing you must understand. We live in Nashville and will go back after the music festival. It is not appropriate for you to date him.

My advice is to keep your distance and be ordinary friends. If you want to find a boyfriend, you can look for one in the music industry. You will have more common topics there."

"Mom, I know. I know what to do."

Taylor waved and walked into the room.

Mrs. Andrea looked at her daughter's back and shook her head.

She didn't think anything good would come of Tyler and the diver.

Although Taylor is serious and a little concerned about Link, Taylor is a smart child. She will quickly understand and put more attention into music. After all, music is her life, not Link.

Back at Baker's Dive Shop, there was a bright light behind the glass window.

"Why did you come back just now? Did you have a date?"

James asked, holding up his wet hands.

Link looked at a few freshly cleaned diving suits and said with a smile, "It looks like business is pretty good today."

"It could have been better. Two guests needed divers, but you were not there."

James glanced at him resentfully, suddenly sniffed, put down the shower head, and rushed towards him.

"What smells so good?"

Link put the restaurant packaging box on the counter. He originally wanted to pack his own breakfast for tomorrow, but there was a greedy fat man here, so he needed to replan tomorrow's meal.

"A box from Joyce's? Did you go to West Palm Beach? I heard that restaurant is very expensive. How could you afford to eat something like that?"

James said as he nimbly opened the box with his hands, picked up the lobster in the box while it was still hot and ate it in big mouthfuls, exclaiming as he ate how delicious it was, and finally ate it all, including the soup.

Link shook his head. This guy is getting fatter and fatter. He'll become a ball sooner or later if he eats more.

After eating, James sat on the sofa, stroking his big belly, and said contentedly, "If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten the discounted hot dogs at Daniel's this afternoon. Who did you eat with this afternoon, Taylor? How much did it cost?"

"More than eight hundred."

Link said as he used the shower head to rinse the salt stains off his diving suit.

Link said as he used the shower head to rinse the salt stains off his diving suit.

"More than 800? Are you crazy? Are you not going to live like this?"

James tried to sit up, too full, holding on to the sides of the sofa, trying to stand up like a pregnant woman.

"Is eight hundred a lot? Do you know how much a boxing match with Roy Jones Jr. costs? At least two million. I won't go for less than two million. Mayweather makes more. I will make more in the future, so there's no need to worry about this little money."

Link said confidently.

"whispering sound!"

James rolled his eyes, put his hands under the shower and washed them. "I would say something like that too. Do you know how much Tom Cruise and Tom Hanks get paid? At least $15 million. In the future, my pay will be higher than theirs."

But we all know this is just a joke, Link, you can't think you can beat a professional boxer just because you beat a few crappy boxers in a bar, that's impossible, we have to face reality. "

James dried his hands with a towel and said, "It's like you and Taylor. She's a star, and you're an ordinary person. There's a big difference in your lifestyle. Eating with her costs $800 a meal. If you eat with her for a few more meals, you'll end up homeless on the street.

Link, listen to me, let's just open the store and make money slowly, don't do anything else, those are useless."

James paused, leaned his fat face over to look at him, "Are you listening to me?"

"You can go now."

Link pointed the nozzle at his face, and James' face was covered with water. He glanced at him resentfully, wiped his face with a towel, picked up the car keys and garbage bag and left.

After Link cleaned several sets of diving equipment, he dried and disinfected them, and took a hot bath.

When he went to bed at around nine o'clock, Taylor sent him two messages. The first one said that he had rehearsals all day tomorrow and couldn't come to teach him guitar. The second one said good night.

Link also sent two replies, saying that he would go buy a guitar the next day and also wishing Taylor good night.

The next day, Link continued to get up early to run with weights and practice boxing. His life was simple, peaceful, but tranquil.

(End of this chapter)