After what seemed like endless hours of driving in silence, the only sound the music coming from the speakers, they finally arrived in Osage Beach. The roads were long and winding, forests often butting up on both sides for miles. The scenery had been beautiful at times, but Mitch was grumpy and getting hungry again. The silence filling the car was driving him crazy. Mitch pulled out his phone and looked for a restaurant they could stop at and found a bar & grill not far from where they were.
Craig agreed to stop there, so Mitch shot a quick text to Adam to let them know where to meet.
Great. I’m really close. Stopped at a shopping center. Be there soon.
Mitch relayed the message as they pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant. His stomach growled, and he smiled. “Hope this place
