Author's PoV
The next day:
"Do this for me, can you? Book me a table for two in your restaurant."
Zach buzzed, balancing the phone between his shoulder and cheek, both of his hands preoccupied with two sponge balls he was trying to juggle for no reason at all.
"At what time?" The man on the other end reverted.
"Ah..." Zach said. "Seven. Yeah, seven in the evening, please."
"Alright. Under who's name would you like me to place the reservation, Sir?"
"Zach," he replied. "Zach Davis."
"Zach Davis?" The man repeated in shock. "As in, the superstar Zach Davis?"
"Yes." Zach tried his best not to roll his eyes.
"A– Ah. Okay." The man stuttered, "We usually ask the name of others who would be attending for identity purposes, but would you like to keep your partner's identity confidential
