Urban System in America
Chapter 51 - 50: Extravagant Breakfast

Chapter 51: Chapter 50: Extravagant Breakfast

But the moment her eyes fell on him, she was stunned.

Her brows furrowed as she looked intensely, her mind working on overdrive.

Seeing her like this, her friends stopped joking and looked at her curiously, confused by her intense reaction.

She kept staring at him for a while, then suddenly shook her head.

"There’s no way that’s him. Even though he’s handsome, he isn’t this handsome. And he should be splurging somewhere," she muttered under her breath with a look of disappointment.

"Hey, what did you say?" asked the redhead.

Hearing this, the girl in the suit came to her senses and shook her head. "Nothing."

"What about that handsome guy? Did you recognize him?" asked the brunette eagerly.

"No, I didn’t. I... I just thought he looked a bit familiar to someone I know," she denied.

"Tch! I thought I finally found a reasonable way to contact him," said the brunette, looking disappointed.

"Okay, okay, enough about that. Let’s focus on our food. We still have to go to the company," reminded the girl in the suit, but her eyes couldn’t help stealing glances at Rex.

On the other hand, Rex didn’t have to wait long, as the waiters hurriedly brought his order.

As they served the dishes, the decadent aroma filled the air. Seeing the exquisite food, he couldn’t help but smile.

Just as he reached for the cutlery, the waitress returned, now with a small notepad in her hand and a graceful smile on her face.

"Before you begin, sir," she said while setting a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table, "allow me to introduce these dishes. These are some of our finest selections."

Rex nodded, enjoying the exquisite service for the first time.

She motioned toward the first plate — a beautifully plated dish with perfectly poached eggs perched atop a bed of creamy avocado spread, resting on slices of artisanal sourdough.

A delicate drizzle of truffle oil glistened across the surface, catching the sunlight like liquid gold.

"This is our Golden Avocado Benedict," she said. "Organic avocados smashed with lemon zest and a hint of sea salt, paired with free-range eggs, slow-poached to perfection. Finished with a touch of truffle oil and microgreens."

Rex raised an eyebrow, already impressed. But she wasn’t done.

She pointed to the next plate, a vibrant medley of colors — thin crepes folded with whipped ricotta, fresh strawberries, and a light dusting of powdered sugar. A small pitcher of lavender-infused maple syrup accompanied the dish.

"And here we have the Sweet Bloom Crepes. Handcrafted every morning. The ricotta is whipped in-house with a touch of vanilla bean, and the strawberries are marinated briefly to enhance their sweetness."

Then came a third plate, a bit more hearty, sliced tenderloin steak, resting beside creamy garlic mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus spears.

"This is our Sunrise Steak Plate. A breakfast for those who like to start the day strong. Grass-fed tenderloin, seared to medium-rare as requested by most of our regulars, with truffle-infused mashed potatoes and asparagus charred in olive oil."

Rex blinked. This was no ordinary brunch.

She smiled again, placing a final plate in front of him, a small dessert dish with a petite chocolate dome, dusted with gold leaf.

"And this," she said, "is on the house. Our Morning Kiss. Dark Belgian chocolate mousse with a raspberry core. Just a little something to sweeten your morning."

Rex glanced at the spread in front of him, then back at the waitress.

"You’re spoiling me here."

She chuckled lightly. "That’s the goal, sir. Enjoy your meal."

With that, she gave a slight nod and stepped away, leaving Rex alone with the culinary artwork before him.

He leaned back, gave a low whistle, and muttered to himself, "If the rest of the day is half as good as this, I might become addicted to this."

He took a moment to simply admire the spread in front of him. The aroma alone was enough to make his mouth water.

Then, smiling faintly, he picked up his fork and started the extravagant meal.

He didn’t rush. He savored every single bite.

Each bite was an experience in itself. The eggs were perfectly poached, yolk oozing just right. The steak melted straight in his mouth. And the crepes? They were soft, airy, and dangerously addictive.

The little chocolate dessert at the end felt like a gentle kiss on the taste buds, just as the name had promised.

Now he finally understood why people would spend thousands of dollars on food. In his past life, he would scoff at people who spent what was equivalent to months of salary on a single meal, thinking they were just idiots.

But now he found out that it’s not that they were idiots. It’s just that poverty had limited his imagination.

He let go of all his worries and tensions and simply enjoyed the meal, no pressure of deadlines, savings, rent, or utilities.

Just the quiet clink of silverware and the low hum of the morning hustle and bustle.

Finally finishing his meal, he calmly wiped his hands and leaned back with a satisfied sigh, thinking to himself,

"At this rate, my standard for food will skyrocket, and I’ll become even more picky about it."

Before this meal, he had thought his cooking skills were quite good, as he used to compare himself with diners he frequented in his previous life. But now, he finally knew the difference between a real professional and an amateur.

Instead of being discouraged, he was more than happy, because it meant he would be able to enjoy even more delicacies.

Waving his hand, he called the waitress over, who was standing far away waiting for his signal.

She immediately rushed over with a warm smile.

"The food was incredible," he praised without hesitation, "and your service was even better. Thank you for the good meal. I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"And make sure to convey my gratitude to the chefs too," he added.

She smiled, almost bashful now. "Thank you, sir. I’m really glad you enjoyed it, and I will make sure to tell them. They’ll be happy to hear this."

It was always a pleasure to hear satisfied praise from a customer. This was the reason that despite it being a tiring job, she enjoyed working as a waitress.

"Here sir, this is your bill," she handed it to him.

Rex nodded as he took the bill and cast a cursory glance over it, not caring about the absurdly high cost. He had enjoyed the meal, and that was enough. He didn’t have to skimp over money anymore. He had more than enough to enjoy meals like this for the rest of his life.

"Here," he handed his card as he casually scrawled a tip that was nearly half the meal’s price. It wasn’t out of show , simply appreciation.

He had truly enjoyed the meal, and she had delivered the kind of quiet excellence that made it even more memorable. She deserved at least this much.

Taking the bill back, the waitress’s smile grew even wider as she inadvertently glanced at the tip. She hurriedly processed the payment and respectfully handed the card back.

Taking the card, he stood up to leave and gave her a quiet nod. "Keep it up."

With that, he stepped out into the LA sunshine. Slipping his glasses back on, he walked toward his car, easy confidence showing in every movement.

Sliding back into his obsidian beast of a car, he gripped the wheel with a satisfied grin.

He didn’t start the car immediately, but instead thought about his next itinerary for the day. He really hadn’t planned anything beyond enjoying the day.

Leaning back against the seat, he adjusted the rearview mirror. His eyes unintentionally landed on his reflection, specifically, the unruly length of his hair. It had been quite a while since he’d had a proper haircut.

So, without thinking much, he decided to get one. And not just from anywhere, from one of the top salons in LA.

Anyway, if he was going to do it, he might as well do it right.

(End of Chapter)

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