"Mom, Alex and Jesse won't leave me alone! I'm trying to finish a research paper." Athens yelled. "Alex! Jesse! Why don't you come help mommy fix dinner." "Yes! I want to help chop though." Alex said in sign language. "Yeah, and I want to stir the food." Jesse replied after his sister. "It's a done deal. Go wash your hands." Willow told her children while taking out some spaghetti and tomato sauce. She then went into the fridge and took out some sausage. As she set the ingredients on the table, her business phone began to ring.
"Speak to me Andrew" Willow answered while helping Alex dice the sausage. "Today is your lucky day. Sophia Lanceré is standing right in front of me with lawyers and the contract. She wants to sign it now." Willow stopped chopping. Alex had run off into the den to play some video games. As she watched her son Jesse run after her, Willow whispered to Andrew. "Stop lying to me." "Nope not lying. You want to talk to her." Andrew handed the phone to Sophia. "Miss Rosenberg. It's Sophia. I hope this isn't an inconvenience. I just figured you would want to get the papers signed now then later." Willow smiled. "No. I was under the impression that you would be in Sweden until next week." "I would have been. The shoot was a flop. I'm never working with Mitchell again." Willow nodded, although she had no idea what the woman was talking about. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She replied.
"I honestly don't see why you need to make a reservation at this place," Danielle remarked to her sister, "You practically own it." Kennedy looked at her sister. "Do we really need to have this discussion again? Since I'm not here on business, I'm a regular customer." "Eyes on the road mom." Chris told her mother. "I don't think these people drive like the people in New York." she said as the car passed the third accident on the road. Kennedy sighed and looked out the windshield. She was taking her sister and daughter to KM, the Japanese restaurant. After unpacking and paying the movers, the phone began to ring. It was Robin on the line. He wanted to talk to Chris, and see whether or not they made to California without any accidents. Turns out, he checked the accident rates in California, and they were ten times higher than the rates in New York.
"Robin, stop worrying. We're fine." Chris assured him on the phone. After twenty minutes of talking to Robin, they hung up the phone and got ready to go. Two hours later, Kennedy, Chris, and Danielle were in Kennedy's jeep heading to the restaurant. Since the restaurant was just outside of L.A., they figured it would take them fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant. Luckily for them, Chris persuaded her mother and aunt to leave half an hour earlier. It was a good call, because the reservation was in less than five minutes, and they just spotted the sign down the road.
"Finally we're here." Danielle exclaimed. "Ken, Chris and I are going to go get our table while you park the car. Okay?" "Sure." When Chris and Dani got out the car, Kennedy drove into the parking lot. As she drove around she found a spot, not too far from the doors of the restaurant. As she neared the spot, she noticed a red BMW coming in front of her, heading towards the spot. They both stopped in front of the spot. Kennedy could see there was a woman in there with three kids. It looked like the girl in front was about Chris's age. Kennedy and the woman locked eyes for a minute, before Kennedy decided to let the woman have the spot. She drove around and found a space on the other side. As she got out the car, the woman and children were getting out right in front of her.
"No, this isn't Italian. It's Japanese." the woman told her children. "Do you think we need a reservation to a kind of place like this?" the teen asked. "God I hope not." Kennedy smirked and went into the restaurant. "Boss! Chris and Dani are already seated in their regular spot. Chris offered to play for us later. I hope that's okay." "Relax, Mimi. I'm not the boss today. I'm just a customer alright." "Sure thing," Mimi sighed. Kennedy started to walk over to her usual spot when she remembered the woman and her children. "Oh, Mimi," she called, "There's a redheaded woman coming in with her three kids. I don't think she has a reservation. Tell her it's on me." "No problem boss." Mimi smiled.