!!!!!CRASH!!!!!
The sound of many breakable things meeting an unforgiving floor boomed out of the kitchen. The whole restaurant went silent enough to hear the colorful string of reprimands that followed. Laced in there was something about the uselessness of omegas. Scott buried his face in his hands. He knew something like this would happen. He knew it. He just hoped Rayan wasn't hurt. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to run in there and see for himself.
Slowly, the ambient conversation levels went back to normal, and he could hear the sound of whatever had broken being cleaned up. He packed away his things. Surely, Rayan would be sent home now, right? The cleaning sounds continued, the sweeping of either glass or ceramic shards against tile floors prolonged longer than
