She studied the man as he approached her, his shoes clacking against the polished floor. He stood tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and chiseled features that would've been handsome if it wasn't for the dark glint in his eyes.
He had a Breguet Classique wrist watch on him, which spoke of how rich he was. He wasn't a face Adira had seen before.
Turning back to the waitress, Adira asked. "Has someone already paid for this?"
Her voice echoed with disapproval.
"Uh... not yet, ma'am. But he did ask me to reserve it for him." The waitress replied, a little nervous.
At this time, the young man was already standing next to Adira.
"So, he hasn't paid yet," Adira rose her brows. "That simply means the sandwich is free to be taken. So, I'm here to pay for it."
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