ANGEL'S POV:
TWO YEARS LATER
"Ma'am, the manager says that if you're going to keep sitting here, you're gonna need to order something..." The waiter glanced down at my table, judgement written all over his face. "...that's not water."
My stomach squirmed and I forced out a civilized smile. One that contrasted vividly with the tension swirling within me.
"Well, I... Can I get a few minutes more? My date is on his way."
Was he?
Polished and clad in a crispy-clean uniform, I watched the young man's eyes twitch in irritation. However, just like me, he forced out a well-practiced smile.
"Very well, ma'am. I'll be back to take your order in 30 minutes." With that, he bowed lightly and walked back to an equally polished man standing off at the corner of the restaurant with a firm glare fix
