When they arrived a J'Adore, Brandon and his mother entered to find a very high class establishment, with an austere looking Maitre D in front. He frowned disapproving as the pair walked over. "Do you have a reservation?" he asked, his tone implying he doubted very much they did.
Brandon's mother was at a loss, but Brandon himself piped up. "Carnegie and guest, of course," he said, sounding formal and quite serious.
The Maitre D looked down at Brandon in confusion. "Carnegie? But I-" he looked down at the wait list, then back up at Brandon, then back to the list. "I'm sorry, I'll have Yancy bring you right over," he said, signaling to one of the waiters.
Brandon's mother looked over at Brandon in bewilderment, though both her and Brandon himself seemed unaware as his body changed further, his age hitting twenty by now.
