Matthew headed to the restaurant. He had seen his cousin slip by him with a sad look to him, and checked with the others to see if anything had happened. They had no clue what he was talking about, so he wanted to go check on Francis himself. Matthew headed to the kitchen of the restaurant "Francis? Are you okay?"
Francis was quite sure that no one in the world had ever messed up quite so terribly as he had. He hadn’t meant to turn Arthur down, really, he’d only been frightened by his own emotions and reacted poorly.
The thought that he hadn’t wanted to turn him down was terrifying as well.
Mentally exhausted by the day, Francis had closed the restaurant early, and was in the back washing dishes. He didn’t hear Matthew until he called out to him. Startled, he nearly dropped the plate he was holding. “Oh-- Matthew.” He forced a laugh. “You startled me.”
