Noah is heading to Le Cello’s place for lunch; just hope he didn’t need to stop any crimes today. He makes it to the restaurant and walks right in. A middle aged Arctic fox wearing a blue suit comes in*. Afternoon, I believe I had made a reservation under Winter, James. Check Clerk: Mr. Winter...ah yes; you’re on the list; I’ll lead you to your table sir. James: Thank you merry much. Check Clerk: *he leads him to an empty table* Here you go sir. He heads back to front desk while Noah waits for a moment. Check Clerk: May I hep-Noah? Noah: Yes? Check Clerk: Good to see again; please follow me. Your table is waiting for you. They go to Noah’s V.I.P. Table. James: *takes a glance a Noah wondering when he's seen him before* ~Noah takes his seat at the V.I.P. Table~ Check Clerk: Here’s your menu, sir. A waiter will be right with you in a moment. ~he goes back to the front desk~ Noah waits for the waiter while reading the menu. James: *in thought* Where have I have seen him before? Noah: Everything looks so good; what can I order? James: *looks at the menu* I think I'll go for the lobster. Noah: Lobster, Chicken and Shrimp Pasta, and the Steamed Crab. James: Good choices, my boy. You're Noah aren't you? Noah: Yes sir. James: *he smiles* I assume you met my wife as well. Noah: No sir. James: I'll give you a hint; she's one of the most well known photographers at LCINN. Noah: Nala? James: Yes sir. Noah: She’s really good at taking pictures. So what brings you here? James: I come here for lunch every now and again. Noah: Same here. James: That's nice. *sighs and smiles* Sometimes I wonder what Sam and Melaney are goanna argue about today. Noah: What do you mean? James: *chuckle* My kids tend to argue about what designers Sam should wear and when he should act high class. Sam's more like his mother, sociable, down-to-earth, adventurous, and gets bored of the high life easily. Noah: Kinda like me during my days in the 90’s. James: *chuckles at Noah's statement*. A waiter comes by to take Noah’s order. Waiter: Anything you would like, Mr. Taller? James: What do you plan to have? Noah: Lobster, Chicken and Shrimp Pasta, and the Steamed Crab with some garlic bread & some better on the side, as for to drink...some fresh strawberry ale please. Waiter: Yes sir. James: Seems like you're hungry. Noah: You can say that my hunger is like the hunger of Monkey D. Luffy. Would you like to join me, Mr. Winter? James: I'll just go for the broiled lobster and crab cakes, with ginger ale. Waiter: Yes sir. The waiter takes off the kitchen to inform the chef of the order. James: One of the fastest, efficient services around Liberty City is here at Le Cello's. Noah: Since the 1500s. James: Definitely. Noah: Come on and have a sit. James: *sits down by Noah* Noah: So work do you do? James: I'm an oil tycoon. Noah: Like Oil Tico? James: Yes. Noah: Shar Khan use to own that business. You know that right? James: I most certainly do. Noah: Good. James: My father worked for Shear Khan when he was a lad. Noah: Did you know that he reminds me of Lex Luthor? That he was a crime lord and something else? James: Surprisingly yes, I did know. Noah: I’m sorry; just thinking about him makes me lose my hunger. *shaking his head* But anyway, you work over there as CEO or Co-Worker? James: CEO. Noah: Wow! The waiter comes back with the appetizers. The Waiter: Here you go, Mr. Taller. Your meal will be ready soon. Noah: Take your time. The waiter returns to his duty. James: What department do you work in at LCINN? Noah: Magazine Department. James: James: Very nice. Good to hear that you’re head of the business the L.C.I.N.N., Noah. Noah: I can say the same for you, Mr. CEO. After moments of waiting, the waiters brought their lunches to their table. Waiter 1: Here you go, gentlemen, enjoy. Noah: Thanks. Shall we? James: Let's. They start eating & enjoying their lunch.

To Be Continued-Lunch Out Part 2

Next Time: Noah and James are enjoying and eating their lunch.