Bree's POV
“Here's your meal,” the waiter said, returning to the table with a tray in hand.
Behind her was another lady also putting on a white shirt tucked into a black skirt with a tray in her hand too.
As soon as they placed it on the table, they stood by the side as Lorenzo opened the plate to reveal a mouthwatering plate of pasta garnished with several vegetables, chunks of meat and grilled turkey wings by the side.
With a nod, he urged me to do the same and when I did, I saw that it was the same meal.
“Thank you,” he nodded and the ladies smiled and walked away from the table while I stared at Lorenzo in shock.
“I know what you're thinking,” he chuckled. “I come here often so they know exactly what I want already,” he said, explaining how they were able to get us food when we o
