Mrs. Jack marched forward, Ms. Evenclaw elegantly walking just beside her when the former suddenly stopped and frowned.
Her finger snapped and the manager who was following behind immediately went forward, "Yes Ma'am?"
"There." she pointed at the table where a lot of dishes were placed and a single person was eating contently, his back behind them.
Mrs. Jack frowned deeper in complete disgust. "That table was personally my son's spot, how come someone..." she thought deeper as she described the poor posture and mannerism of the man eating on the table, "....inelegant! Why was he occupying that place?" she exclaimed.
The manager who was completely stiff and nervous finally managed an 'oh', finally understanding of why the madam's mood became foul and Immediately smiled, "Ma'am, Sir---"
