Chasing the Unexpected

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Oliver was usually fine since he took care of most things whenever he spent time with Nyla and Mason.

Meanwhile, Damon wasn’t typically the considerate type. Today, though, he kept asking her if she was tired, if she wanted to rest, or if she needed something to eat.

By noon, Nyla felt that dealing with two men was more exhausting than work.

As they left the zoo, she wore an expression of fatigue, mentally resolving never to let Damon and Oliver take Mason out together again.

However, Mason seemed blissfully unaware of the tension between Damon and Oliver. His little face was flushed with excitement.

“Daddy, Uncle Oliver, you have to take me out to play again!” he exclaimed.

“Sure!” both men replied simultaneously, exchanging glances before looking away in annoyance.

Before long, it was time to eat.

Nyla just wanted to finish her meal and send the two men on their way.

To her surprise, as soon as they sat down in the restaurant, they ran into Valarie.

Valarie looked shocked as she ran over to Nyla and leaned in to whisper, “Nyla, how did I not notice before how amazing you are? You’ve managed to get Damon and Oliver to coexist peacefully!”

Nyla felt a headache coming on, but now wasn’t the time to explain. She could only nod vaguely.

“What are you doing here? This restaurant is over six miles from your place.”

Usually, Valarie had someone drive her anywhere over two miles.

She smiled sheepishly. “I came here to eat with a friend. I just wanted to say hi. I can’t chat right now.”

“Okay,” Nyla replied.

Watching Valarie walk away, Nyla turned back to the two men sitting across from her.

“Have you decided what to order?” she asked.

“Yeah, I ordered these two dishes,” Oliver replied, handing the menu to Nyla.

Damon placed his menu on top of Oliver’s and added, “I’ve chosen too.”

Oliver gave him a displeased look. “Mr. Sumner, do you know what ‘first come, first served‘ means?”

“If you really understood ‘first come, first served‘, you’d let me order first,” Damon retorted, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “After all, Buddy is the one who asked to come to the zoo with me. You’re the one who forced your way in.”

“Mr. Sumner, 1-” Oliver started, but Nyla could no longer hold her tongue.

“Enough!” she snapped, tossing the menu back at them. “Just tell the server what you want. What’s the point of handing the menu to me?”

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The two men had been at each other all morning, and now they couldn’t even eat in peace.

They exchanged glances, realizing that Nyla was angry and fell silent.

After they placed their orders, the rest of the meal passed without conversation.

Mason, happily eating his dessert, glanced at the three adults, feeling that today’s plan had failed. He decided he’d have to come up with a better strategy next time.

After they finished eating, Oliver offered to take Nyla and Mason home, but she declined.

“You’re tired enough as it is, and you’ve spent all morning with Buddy. Just head home and rest,” she said.

As Damon was about to jump in with his own offer, Nyla turned to him. “And you, be quiet. I don’t want to see either of you right now. Buddy and I will just take a taxi home.”