8 months prior to present time The lemon cream fish wasn’t as delicious as he had expected it to be. He was rather disappointed. But then again, only few times in a million was he ever satisfied with the food that restaurants served. He would naturally gravitate towards stronger, richer flavors. This didn’t exactly hit the spot. Certainly not like his mother’s legendary paella would. “I heard that Oliver got his appointment at the Herendale Medical Center,” the blonde haired man who sat across him, muttered immediately after swallowing a cherry tomato. “Yeah, he works there now,” Antonio replied as he sipped on the red wine. “It’s what he wanted. He didn’t want to deal with the trouble of moving,”“Fair, I would say. Finding a good place isn’t easy,”“I agree,” he said, taking another sip. “Speaking of residences, he lives close by, huh?” he questioned Antonio, as he popped an olive in his mouth. “Floor above mine,” the Spaniard sighed, recalling all the times he would come home