It had been too long since they’d last seen each other, so Noreen canceled a government meeting just to have dinner with Dylan Wilder.
She took him to a place that specialized in nourishing soups.
The owner recognized Noreen instantly. She hadn’t been by in ages, so he greeted her with genuine delight, telling her about a few new calming herbal broths the restaurant was offering and asking if she’d like to try one.
Noreen declined with a polite shake of her head.
Back when she was trying to help Seth with his insomnia, she’d practically scoured every corner of Rivercrest City, searching for the best nourishing soups and herbal recipes. Over time, she and the owner became quite familiar.
Now, hearing that she didn’t need the calming broths anymore, the owner actually looked pleased for her.
“I was just wondering why you haven’t stopped by lately. Looks like your boyfriend’s insomnia is finally cured, huh? That’s wonderful.”
Noreen’s expression was cool and distant. “We broke up.”
The owner froze, awkwardness written across his face.
Noreen, unfazed, simply took her seat and asked, “What were those herbal dishes you mentioned? Do you have anything good for the stomach and digestion?”
“Oh, absolutely!” The owner perked right up. “Our chef has worked with a top nutritionist to develop several signature recipes—especially for digestion and boosting energy. They’ve been really popular.”
“Do they taste medicinal?” Noreen remembered that Dylan disliked anything with a strong herbal flavor.
“Not at all! That’s exactly what makes our recipes special.”
With the owner singing such high praise, Noreen decided to play along and asked him to recommend one of their digestive soups.
He confidently pointed to an option on the menu—pork tripe and barley soup—and added, “This one’s the restaurant owner’s girlfriend’s absolute favorite.”
Noreen nodded. “This one’s not bad. My assistant makes it for me all the time. You should try it,” she told Dylan.
Since Noreen made the choice, Dylan had no objections and agreed to try whatever she picked.
While they waited for their food, Noreen asked Dylan how things were going on his end.
“Not great,” he said. “We barely managed to close the deal, and had to sacrifice quite a bit for Omniva Group to make it work.” He didn’t elaborate further.
Noreen didn’t press him. “As long as it’s settled. You can always find ways to make up for the losses later.”

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