Adele's pov
I played with the hem of my dress nervously, as I watch him sip his wine slowly.
He kept glancing at me and smirking evilly, there's this sinister glint in his eyes.. they held unreadable promise.
But I know that promise is nothing, but evil.. he must be thinking of a million ways to kill me right now.
'Mr Evans, how's the wine?" Elvis asked from behind me.
Mr Evans? So that's his surname… Elvis came to my side and smiled at him.
'The wine is good but the service is poor" Mr Evans…
Mr Evans doesn't sound right to me, I'd rather stick to the jackass I usually call him… Jackass suit him better.
'How, sir? Is it the waitress you don't like?" Elvis asked.
Elvis glanced at me, silently asking me what I did wrong.. I simply shrug, then he turned to jackass.
'Excuse her if s
