It was surprisingly quiet in the dinner this afternoon which had come as a bit of a surprise to both of them seeing as this place was pretty popular.<br/><br/>Weston and Mark had started speaking to each other the moment they sat down. Mark, it appeared, had gone through a relatively rough day as well, but he was more interested in what Weston had to say. Every time the conversation would steer off in a different direction, it would come right back around. As much as he loved talking about himself there really wasn’t anything that noteworthy that happened today and the pushiness of his partner was concerning.<br/><br/>He had let it slide for awhile, but he soon had enough.<br/><br/>“So, enough about me, what did you really want to talk to me about?”<br/><br/>“What do you mean?”<br/><br/>“Oh, come on, Mark. I know you like seeing my pretty face and all, but there has to be some reason you called me here.”<br/><br/>Mark sighed heavily. “Really? I can’t just enjoy your company, you have to have a reason?”<br/><br/>A waitress had come by asking if they wanted a refill of their drink, cutting into their conversation, which they had accepted. She had then asked if everything was alright. Normally, they would have responded but a quick look in front of them caused them so grin a little. The two of them had been so caught up in their own conversation that they had barely touched their food. Hunger seemed to just become a thing in the past.<br/><br/>“It’s all fine, trust me.” Weston said to the woman, though he could have sworn that there was something like a slightly resentful look in her eyes as she walked away. She needs to take a chill pill, he thought with a slight frown. Shrugging that off, he looked at what he had ordered, decided that he wasn’t really all that hungry anymore, and just let it sit there for the time being. Considering how much he loves food there was no doubt that he would change his mind and eat it later.<br/><br/>Turning back to his partner, he picked up where he had left off. “You’re awfully interested in what I have been doing today. Hell, you might even be able to write a book about me.” For a moment they looked at each other. Both of them seemed to be thinking the same thing. Weston would probably love for someone to write a book about all he does at work, right from the time he rolled out of bed in the morning.<br/><br/>“If only I was an author.” Mark chuckled sycophantically. “In all seriousness, Wes, the reason I was interested in your day was simply because… well, I heard something strange today.”<br/><br/>“Really? What was that?”<br/><br/>“Ever hear the stories about ‘Sverth?’”<br/><br/>Weston had to think for a moment, the name was familiar. “Sure. Who hasn’t?” His brow furrowed a little suddenly, “Why?”<br/><br/>“It’s best that I show you.”<br/><br/>“Show me? You mean we came in here for nothing?”<br/><br/>“Not really. I was hungry, and,” he paused, “I do enjoy your company.”<br/><br/>They finally got to their meals, and finished up a few minutes later, heading out after paying and leaving a tip for the waitress.