"Reggie, why are you in such a funk today?"
"Getting old, that's why. I'm only human, after all."
Reggie casually took a seat as well.
They were gathered around a quaint oak dining table.
Agnes and Jared faced each other across it.
Jared was hunched over, his gaze fixed on the steaming bowl of noodles that had just been served.
Yet, he hadn't touched his chopsticks.
Agnes had already taken a bite, then nudged Jared, "Jared, come on, try Reggie's cooking. His noodles might just be better than yours."
She turned to Reggie with pride, "Jared's a whiz in the kitchen too, just like you. Both of you have a real knack for cooking."
But Jared didn't make a move.
Seemingly agitated, he said, "Sorry, I need to step out for an important call."
With those words, Jared stood up and left.
Agnes twirled another bite of noodles.
Something about Jared felt off, but she couldn't pinpoint what.
She didn't follow him, considering Reggie was still there.
Reggie watched Jared's departure, a subtle change flickering in his eyes.
Agnes felt a bit awkward, "Reggie, don't mind him. Jared can be like that sometimes, probably caught up in some important work."
But Jared was gone for quite a while.
Agnes ended up finishing Jared's portion of noodles too.
She tried calling Jared, to no avail.
Worried about Jared, she said goodbye to Reggie after the meal.
Reggie offered a gentle smile, "Go find him. I'm here for a few days; drop by if you get the chance."
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