Pip POV
The only complaint about that place was the waitress; the food was great, the menu had a lovely variety for a small place, and it was clean and tidy. The other servers were charming, but the one who came to our table only wanted one or more of the guys' numbers, or a quick romp out back.
Disgusting, and it didn't do this adorable place any favours.
When the fake server ignored my order, I knew exactly what to do.
I refused to share Shadow's meal; he had to be hungry, and sharing would reduce what his body needed.
The man in the kitchen was the owner; two others were cooking with him.
"Can I speak with the manager, please?" I called through the window, and the one I pegged as the owner came over.
"Can you confirm the order at table five?"
"Six bacon and eggs, and coffee to
