“You want me to take pictures of Mason Reid?”
“How do you know his name?”
“He’s a famous chef.”
“He’s hardly Gordon Ramsey. I can’t believe someone like you has ever been to Epicure.”
“I’ve only been once, but it was just for a drink.”
That would put the little bitch in her place.
“Bullshit. They would not let someone like you in there.”
Felix hadn’t been inside for long, but from what Mason had said about his attire, and from what he could see, he knew it wasn’t a place that excluded people based on their social class. Yes, the food cost a fortune, so that immediately ruled some people out, but Felix got the impression that if he could afford to eat there, then regardless of his background he’d be welcome.
“Like I said, it was only a drink. I didn’t speak to him much, and that was only because I was with one of his friends.”
“Who?”
Why had he said something? He could have just said he’d read an article that Mason was in, but then he knew the grumpy chef did little press. It was why he would have been such a coup for Felix’s project.
“Are you even listening to me? Who was thisfriendyou were having a drink with at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, wearing your thrift store clothes?”
Her group of friends, the ones she was horrible to, all giggled together like they were robots. It was creepy and amusing at the same time. He couldn’t help but smile.
“What’s so funny?” she shouted.
This brought attention from others, including Mason, who did a double take when he saw Felix, before smiling and walking over. Could this day get any worse? Mrs. Delaune rushed over as well.
“What is all this shouting, Sapphire?”
“This amateur photographer you hired is saying he’s friends with Mason Reid.”
“I didn’t say I was friends with him. I said I’d met him once, that’s all.”
“Well, why don’t we ask him?” she said with an evil smile.
“Did I hear my name?” asked Mason. “Hello again, Felix.”
“Do you know this degenerate?”
“Sapphire!” her mother scolded.
“Yes, I know Felix. What seems to be the problem?”
“He says he’s been in your restaurant.”
“Yes, he has. Only for a drink, but he’ll be dining there soon. I’m helping him with a project.”
Felix’s jaw dropped again. Why was Mason defending him? What project was he on about? Had Ryder said something to him? Felix wasn’t sure what the hell was going on,but the incredulous look on Sapphire’s face was enough for Felix to just roll with whatever was happening.
“He said he knows one of your friends, but wouldn’t say who it was. I call bullshit.”
“Are you talking about Ryder?” asked Mason, who kept his tone calm despite Sapphire getting more irate.
“Ryder Quinn? This guy knows Ryder Quinn?”
“Yes, Ryder is also helping with the project, and Sebastian Steele.”
