No sooner had they finished speaking, a flashy convertible pulled up in front of them, its bright red paint job screaming both extravagance and ostentation. The man behind the wheel wore a grin that could only be described as sinister, his face practically begging for a punch, "Uncle Jonathan, hop in. I'm here in Zion City on business, but it's not every day we get to catch up. Let's go grab a beer or something."
Jonathan and Quintessa were momentarily taken aback. The guy showed up again.
Jonathan was the first to snap out of it, saying, "It's late, and after a whole day of shooting, I'm pretty beat."
Before he could finish, Tyrone cut in, "Ah, getting old, huh? Running out of steam already."
With that remark hanging in the air, what could Jonathan say in response?
Resigned, Jonathan replied, "Alright. Since you're so keen on the idea, it'd be rude of me to keep turning you down. Quinn, you in?"
Tyrone shot Quintessa a look that could freeze lava, "What are you looking at? Who said anything about inviting you?"
Quintessa thought, 'Would it kill you to be nice for once?'
Jonathan climbed into the car, and before he could even buckle up, Tyrone floored the accelerator and they were off.
Quintessa, fuming with irritation, muttered under her breath about not caring for Tyrone's invitation anyway.
Manny, not daring to speak up, quickly brought their modest car around.
Back at the hotel, Quintessa decided to skip her usual skincare routine after shower and went straight to bed without checking the messages from Snow. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was really up to, taking Jonathan out so late just for drinks? It wasn't like him to be straightforward about anything.
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