Chicago, McCormick & Schmick's restaurant. It was a well-furnished wooden restaurant with a sense of modernity. Decorated with some dim lights, the restaurant brought a sense of tranquility which made you felt at ease. Almost all of the table was filled with people. Two people with a set of formal dress seated across each other, talking intently. There were a man and a woman seated in the back corner, and by the looks of it they were a couple. A group of family seated at the center of the room, having a quiet conversation.
"What took you so long, Mike? I've been waiting for half an hour." A bearded man said.
"What's up brother? It's been a long time, yeah. Where have you been, Peter?." Mike said
"Yeah, I'm home now. I miss my brother, Stasha, and Catty." Peter said.
After ordered their favorite food, their continued to talk about Catty.
"When will you move to San Fransisco, Catt?" Peter asked the girl with a long blonde hair.
"Next month, Pete." Catty answered.
"Are you ready for it?" Peter said.
"Yeah, I am. I'm very excited actually." Catty said.
And after that, they talked about stuffs and other things. Before going back home, Mike called the vallet with a redbull shirt.
"Do you watch NBA?" Mike asked the vallet.
"Yeah, Jordan and Nowitzki still my favorite." The vallet said.
The vallet then took Mike's car. In the process, he stole something from the car before giving it back to Mike. Unnoticed the missing thing, Mike drove his family back to home. Right after they arrived, they went to their rooms and prepared to sleep.
"I reserved in The Capital Grille restaurant for tomorrow, honey. Remember?" Stasha said.
"Yeah, I didn't forget that." answered Mike.
Michael Jefferson, a good husband and father. He was a doctor in Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Mike was a warm person. He was glad to have his family. He loved his wife and daughter as much as he loved himself, and he protected the family just like he protected himself. Mike, usually called his wife, Stasha Jefferson, honey, dear and any other romantic expression. She was a merciful person, a good mother and wife. She loved their family. Mike always grateful because Stasha knew pretty well what he wanted and needed. The last member of the family was Catherine Jefferson, usually called Catty. She was 18 years old, a student and a soccer player in her school. Tomorrow was Mike's birthday, the family usually had a dinner together when one of the family member having a birthday.
The morning sun has shown its shine. The family were asssembled in the dining room. There was a television that still on. Mike prepared to march to the hospital, and Catty got ready for school. At about 5pm, they arrived at home and prepared for dinner. Mike wore a black suit, and Stasha and Catty wore gowns.
"The case of robbery in Chicago is increasing. Last month, there are about 12 cases of robbery reported to the police," a news anchor from the television heard distincly.
"This one for you." Stasha gave a box with a red ribbon.
"Thank you, honey." Mike said.
Stasha gave a watch, Vacheron Constantin with a gold line, for him as a birthday gift. Mike kept the watch in a safe. When they wanted to go, Mike's phone rang.
"Okay, I will be there in 10 minutes" Mike talked through the phone.
"I'm sorry honey, I have a patient, and he needs a surgery now. Can we move the dinner for tomorrow?" Mike asked his wife.
