C22 Dylan.

“Would it kill you to keep your hands off each other?” Rex asked as he got out of the car. I looked at the house-like structure in front of me and wondered why he had brought me here for dinner.

“Is this your friend’s house or something?” I asked.

“Look there.” He said and pointed to a signboard. ‘Chez Famille.’ It said, but I was still confused. “It is a restaurant. French cuisine