They continue chatting, deciding to hold off on ordering the main courses until Danny arrives.
"I was going to stick to a salad today, but if he is paying, I am absolutely gorging myself," Tricia jokes, rubbing her hands together like a cartoon villain.
Tara chuckles. "It's just lunch. Even if you ate until you exploded, you couldn't dent his wallet."
The easy atmosphere is abruptly shattered by a sudden, chaotic uproar echoing from the corridor. They hear the frantic stampede of footsteps and panicked shouting.
"What the hell is going on out there? Is there a fire?" Tricia frowns, dropping her silverware.
"I doubt it. Let’s go check." Tara stands up immediately. A high-end establishment like this has state-of-the-art fire suppression systems. The commotion sounds localized. Besides, she thought she heard someone scream Lindsay's name.


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