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Chapter 200: A good meal can fix almost anything

Chapter 200: A good meal can fix almost anything

Andrew was grateful that he had taken his full wallet today. He had his phone, his wallet, and that was pretty much it.

He didn’t feel comfortable going back to Maxwell’s home, their home, or his own apartment. He just...he knew that Maxwell probably needed some space, and Andrew needed it too.

He was hurt. He was very, very hurt by what Maxwell had implied. Andrew had a hard time accepting that he was an alpha. He’d been very vulnerable with Maxwell about it. He’d cried about it in front of him. He hadn’t fully gone into what his father had done, but Maxwell was a smart man.

He was able to infer what kind of man he was, and had been angry at the things that Andrew had told him about. Andrew wasn’t an idiot either.

He grew up with a single, omega Mom. Someone who had been marked, but no alpha was around to help her raise her kid. Plus, Andrew didn’t really look like his Mom. His skin had been darker, he didn’t have the same eye colour, he knew what kind of looks they got. But he hadn’t cared, because she was his Mom.

She had the scars to prove it, and he’d gotten her hair. It was by some genetic miracle, but it was something he was proud of.

Andrew was shattered, even if it was for a moment, that Maxwell considered Andrew like the others. The ones that Andrew had grown up around. The alphas that treated omegas like they were less than, worth less, and were meant to be dominated and owned. They had disgusted Andrew as a beta, and the proud son of an omega Mom. Andrew had fought many of them, verbally and physically.

So for Maxwell to say that to him, after pushing so hard for Andrew to accept himself...

Andrew sobbed, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to crouch down, bury his face into his hands, and cried.

He was shocked. He was hurt, and he didn’t know what to do. What if Maxwell thought that Andrew was like them? What if Maxwell got it into his head that Andrew was going to turn into those fuckers, and that was that?

They had discussed getting married and buying a place together just fucking yesterday! Was Maxwell going to yank everything away from him, including his feelings? Was Maxwell going to give up before they even really began?

Andrew sobbed harder.

He knew that it was ridiculous that he was crying like this in the middle of the city, but he couldn’t help it. He was a big man, so he was probably drawing attention, but he couldn’t move. It felt like everything was falling apart, all because he had been so insistent to get Maxwell help.

He fucking hated hospitals. Every time he entered one, something awful happened.

~

Andrew wasn’t aware of how much time had passed, only that it had to be around dinner time since the sky was dark and the streetlights were on. He was cold, and knowing these facts, he found a restaurant that was nearby and stumbled inside.

He immediately noticed that something was different when the hostess was dressed in a fancy black outfit and behind her he could see that the tables had white linen on them. He flushed, embarrassed since he was sure he looked suspicious and like he was a mess.

The hostess, however, was professional, even if he felt the gaze of several service staff on him.

"Do you have a reservation?" She asked and Andrew swallowed. He took a slow, deep breath before he shook his head.

"I don’t. Do I need one? I’m sorry, I didn’t really have much forethought before coming here." Andrew admitted, and she looked down at the computer before her before the manager came over.

It was clear that they were busy, and Andrew felt even more embarrassed at how dressed up everyone was here. He probably looked like a mess.

"Is there a problem?" The manager asked and Andrew gave a faint smile.

"I’m sorry. I can tell that you are busy. I’m sorry for taking up your time." Andrew gave them a watery smile, before he began to turn, another couple walking in through the door.

"Sir, wait!" Andrew paused, turning to face the manager who had a rather stern look on his face. "I wasn’t chasing you away, Sir. Our hostess is new, and I was making sure that she was comfortable with dealing with a solo traveler. We have a table available if you’d like it." Andrew felt his eyes widen, before a soft smile touched his lips.

"I would be very grateful." Andrew told him and the manager smiled.

"Follow me then please." The couple that walked in watched on as Andrew followed the manager, who grabbed a few menus, before leading Andrew to a more quiet area of the restaurant where a table for two was set up. There were several other tables around him, but it was clear that this was the next section that was going to be filled. The manager put down the menus, and waited to take Andrew’s jacket.

Fumbling, Andrew took his phone and wallet out of his pocket, placing it on the table before the manager took his jacket with a smile.

"Your waiter will be with you shortly." He told him, and Andrew nodded, looking around nervously as he sat down. It was only a few seconds later that the waiter arrived, clearing away the second setting and smiling at Andrew.

"Hello Sir. Have you been in before?" Andrew shook his head.

"No. It’s my first time."

"Welcome then. We are a restaurant that proudly works with farmers in the area to get local, organic products. We do have a few features running tonight, like our four course tasting menu curated by the head chef. That would be about $175 per person, and with wine pairing it would be an extra $65. Beyond that, we have everything available, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Can I get you anything to drink while you are looking through our menu?" Andrew would admit, they were good. Andrew’s lips turned up slightly.

"Would I be able to get a coffee with a lot of sugar and cream?" Andrew asked, and the man blinked, before he nodded with a smile. Andrew began to look through the menu while he watched the rest of the room get sat and more waiters came out of the woodworks to speak to their tables.

The coffee came rather quickly, and with it, the waiter asked if Andrew had made up his mind.

Andrew, who had balked at the idea of spending so much money on a meal, upon opening the menu, realised that this was just an expensive place. He couldn’t make up his mind, and he felt like he was walking through a fog, so that tasting menu sounded exactly like the kind of thing that he wanted.

When he told the waiter that he had decided on the tasting menu, he seemed rather surprised.

"Oh, alright. Do you have any allergies, Sir?" He asked and Andrew shook his head.

"I won’t be doing the wine pairings though. Instead, could you bring over the scotch menu? It says to ask you for it if I’m interested." Andrew surprised the waiter again, but he smiled.

"Of course Sir. I’ll bring it over right away. We also have an option of several scotch and whiskey flights if that interests you as well." He was a good salesman, Andrew would give him that. Andrew smiled.

"I might be." Andrew told him and he scurried away. Andrew only had to wait a few minutes before he came back with a leather bound book filled with drinks and top shelf liquor. Andrew scanned the book, taking his time until he got to the flights.

There was a custom one, and Andrew was excited. There were several scotches that he wanted to try, but he hadn’t been able to get his hands on. This restaurant carried them, so this was exciting for him.

When the waiter came back, Andrew ordered the custom scotch flight, and he could watch as the waiter attempted to calculate in his mind how expensive his flight was going to be. Andrew chuckled, knowing that it was quite a bit, but at the same time, he was not doing well, he might have just broken up with his partner, and old habits die hard.

At least he wasn’t at a pub. He was at a fancy restaurant, and his whiskey came in snifters. He was doing...better.

~

Andrew had enjoyed dinner quite a bit. The chef’s choices had been unique, and tasty, and several times Andrew had asked his waiter about certain techniques that the chef had used that seemed to surprise the waiter, but he was happy to answer. Andrew also enjoyed all but one of the scotches he had selected, but was happy that he tried it.

All in all, wandering in here had been a good choice, and as he was served dessert, he realised that the chef was making rounds. He assumed that he would only talk to the others, the fancy dressed people who were clearly here celebrating things, and avoid Andrew, but that wasn’t the case.

"How was everything?" The chef asked, and Andrew looked up, surprised. He adjusted his glasses, turning off his phone. He’d been looking up hotels in the area, but had only just started looking those up. He didn’t think it was smart for him to go home tonight. Maxwell’s anger wasn’t something that simmered quickly, not when it was like that. Andrew knew that. It was why he had left first.

"Oh, everything was delicious. I was quite impressed." Andrew told him with a smile. The chef looked over Andrew, before he smiled.

"I heard you were asking quite a few questions of our dear Alec. I appreciate you testing his knowledge." Andrew flushed, laughing as the man teased the waiter who was passing by.

"Chef, that’s not very nice." Alec responded and the chef laughed.

"Well, someone has to keep you on your toes. Do you work in the industry?" The chef asked Andrew and Andrew shook his head.

"No no, I just cook as a hobby." Andrew told them, before he hesitated. "Well, I guess technically I own a cafe, or a few, but that’s been a new development in my life." Andrew murmured quietly, and the chef stared at him, before smiling.

"Well, I appreciate you coming in, and for your praise. Please, come back and let me know. I’ll remember your face. What is your name?" He asked, offering his hand and Andrew took it.

"Dr. Andrew Knox." Andrew told him and the chef grinned.

"Perfect. I’ll make a note, Dr. Knox. Next time, no matter the time, I’ll be sure to make you a tasting menu that will knock your socks off." His smile faded slightly. "I hope you have a better rest of your night." Andrew’s chest tightened, before he gave him a smile.

"Me too. Have a good night, and thank you for taking your time to speak to me. I greatly appreciate it." Andrew bowed his head slightly, showing his care and the chef released his hand before fading back into the kitchen.

Andrew paid and left shortly after that, having found a hotel nearby. At this point, he didn’t really care about the cost of things. He had a bit of money to burn, and a pit in his stomach.

He had to work tomorrow, which was the only reason he didn’t buy a bottle of whiskey and drink it after he’d booked his room in the expensive hotel nearby. His friends here had never seen him like that, and when he came back he promised himself he wouldn’t rely on that as a clutch anymore. He’d been good, very good about it. Even if when he stared at the bottle of whiskey in the hotel bar, it had practically sang to him, he had resisted.

He had work tomorrow.

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