The Next Day. Midday.

“Are you sure Jennifer is okay? We had breakfast without her and you're unbothered,” Tracy said and David patted her shoulder.

“Sweetheart, let them be, okay? Jennifer is probably tired.” David tried to defend Jerald.

“Or maybe he killed her or even worse, they broke up! Dave, please talk to your son!” Tracy said and Jerald yawned.

“Why would you guys decide to have breakfast here, whereas you could have it in that favorite French restaurant of yours? What kind of visitors would visit at like 7am? It's been 5 hours and I feel like it's 5 years.” Jerald complained.

“Oh son, I hate this as...