Chapter 3: Food
The car pulled into the parking lot of the most popular restaurant in Dublin: the Wander. Artemis was still beaming as the three boys stepped into the eatery. It was clean, and smelled wonderful. His mouth watered as he looked to the rows and rows of food. Everything you could imagine: these were the four words that described the bistro.
A waiter stepped to them. "May I ask how many are dining?"
Artemis smiled at the server. "Three," he answered simply.
The man nodded, and led them to a table not far from the buffet. He left momentarily, but came back, carrying three glasses of water on a silver-coloured platter.
A few minutes later, the boys were sitting at the table, loaded with as much food as was possible to eat, stuffing their faces. Artemis looked up from his plate, grinning. "This is great," he managed to mutter before going back to gobbling up the rest of the feast.
"Yeah," the other two boys agreed. The rest of the meal was silent, with the exception of the clanking of forks on plates. Finally, after quite a while, the meal was over.
The waiter came back and handed them the bill for their little dinner, smiling at the three teenagers. Artemis reached into his pocket, and handed the man the money. They stood, stretching, and left the restaurant.
Back on the road, they were debating what to do next. Artemis cleared his throat to get their attention. "It's simple, gentleman," he began, "the only thing to do is stay at a fancy hotel near a beach. Then, we decide what to do from there."
The two others cheered. "Let's go then," Matt said, smiling happily, and the Porsche sped off through the streets, the boys in search of a hotel, and a place to stay.
The car pulled into the parking lot of the most popular restaurant in Dublin: the Wander. Artemis was still beaming as the three boys stepped into the eatery. It was clean, and smelled wonderful. His mouth watered as he looked to the rows and rows of food. Everything you could imagine: these were the four words that described the bistro.
A waiter stepped to them. "May I ask how many are dining?"
Artemis smiled at the server. "Three," he answered simply.
The man nodded, and led them to a table not far from the buffet. He left momentarily, but came back, carrying three glasses of water on a silver-coloured platter.
A few minutes later, the boys were sitting at the table, loaded with as much food as was possible to eat, stuffing their faces. Artemis looked up from his plate, grinning. "This is great," he managed to mutter before going back to gobbling up the rest of the feast.
"Yeah," the other two boys agreed. The rest of the meal was silent, with the exception of the clanking of forks on plates. Finally, after quite a while, the meal was over.
The waiter came back and handed them the bill for their little dinner, smiling at the three teenagers. Artemis reached into his pocket, and handed the man the money. They stood, stretching, and left the restaurant.
Back on the road, they were debating what to do next. Artemis cleared his throat to get their attention. "It's simple, gentleman," he began, "the only thing to do is stay at a fancy hotel near a beach. Then, we decide what to do from there."
The two others cheered. "Let's go then," Matt said, smiling happily, and the Porsche sped off through the streets, the boys in search of a hotel, and a place to stay.