Izzy’s POV
“Waiter,” Brandon waved his hand and called a guy who was professionally dressed, with a tray of drinks in his hands.
The guy walked over. “Yes, boss.”
“Serve them.” He ordered.
Then the guy refilled our champagne glasses.
“Are you fine with that?” Brandon asked, his voice was soft and gentle, unlike when he was talking to the waiter. “Do you need anything else?”
“Nah, this is fine.” I smiled as I rested my hand on his.
That small gesture almost made him lose balance. I saw the way he flinched, but he was quick to compose himself.
I turned to Sarah, “Do you need anything?”
“Is that a question?” Sarah widened her eyes. “Bring me some pizza, chicken wings, and chips.”
I laughed softly, turned back to Brandon, and told him what Sarah wanted.
“I’ll be right back
