#Chapter 138 Come Together

I decided to take Andrew to a more low-key Italian restaurant, The Riviera. Modeled after the Italian Riviera, it featured Italian seafood and had the appearance of a moderately decorated seaside villa. It was more middle-of-the-road when it came to costs than Andrew was accustomed to, but hopefully, it would provide a more stress-free atmosphere than his usual high-scale restaurants and allow him to relax. The Riviera was also very active in the community, from donating its leftover food to the local werewolf homeless shelter to holding regular events increasing awareness for werewolf/human integration. I thought that going to such a charitable restaurant, particularly one that supported causes that Andrew championed, would show Andrew that not everyone had given up on his vision for werewolf kind yet. As my Civic—I insisted that the Aston Martin stay at the mansion so that we could remain more inconspicuous—pulled up to the parking lot, we came upon a scene that I knew was going to