"Little time? What do you mean?" she asked him, "Didn't you stop working for the old man years ago?" she questioned him, her brows furrowing.
As she did so, Noah browsed the menu for the restaurant, chosing his food. "I mean, I stopped when I became a blessed... But tht doesn't mean I had an easy life all this time, you know?" he absentmindedly told her, raising his hand and calling up the waiter.
"Hey! Ain't that you, Noah," the waiter came in with a smile. "You got pretty damn famous," he called Noah out. "Or should I start calling you, His Highness Elder Stern of the Khan?"
"Fuck off, Will. If you call me like that I'll start asking for delivery every time instead of coming here," Noah glared at him, but still holding back his laughter.
"It was a joke, a joke! But Noah, what can I help yo—I am so sorry!" the waiter exclaimed, his eyes wide, as he bowed at Al, "I hand't realized you were not alone, excuse me so much for my rudeness,"