"I like overly sweet tea." He said idly, but it made him smile. "Can't have you eating sandwiches, how bourgeoisie. Honestly, that seems rather depressing...But I suppose I just skip dinner or eat very late when I'm stuck at work. Or have someone bring me food."
He smiled. "James. Two is a hard age. I had a girlfriend with a very young daughter and I remember how stressful she found it." Even though the woman he was talking about had probably had an army of nannies. "And I'm sorry about his father." That was polite, but he seemed to honestly mean it. It was a surrealistic discussion to have, though. After a little pause, he shook his head. "In this case, he really shouldn't have been calling me." A flash of a smile. "Besides, it would be rude to leave you to your sandwiches."
And with that, they were there. No paparazzi for the moment, thank god, and King would be a gentleman and come around to help Aiden out. "So I have to know - why this restaurant?"