Enzo's POV
I was left sitting alone in the cafe, Mia's half eaten lunch was on the floor after covering the waiter's face. Looking up at him, I tried to stop myself from laughing as the piece of ham had slammed into his face, leaving a piece of butter hanging onto his cheek.
A once hunky model of a man was left looking like a food plate, and that amused me greatly. I struggled not to laugh at Charles' misfortune.
"Merde," Charles said, pulling a towel from his belt as he wiped the butter away. "That's the second time this week," He muttered under his breath before speaking up "As I was saying, is everything okay here?" His eyes switched to the floor "I'm not sure how your girlfriend liked her food,"
I smiled politely, my mouth twitching as I still resisted the laughter "She
