Akira
Our 'kind of' staring contest breaks when the man from earlier knocks on the door, notifying his presence. He seems scared as he walk toward us like he is walking on an unknown territory and I can't seriously blame him. I still remember my first day like yesterday when I received my first glare from the person sitting opposite of me, I was so scared that I thought I might piss in my pant. Romero has that effect on people.
Slowly but surely he reaches our table scrolling a trolley along with him. Raising his head slightly he nods at Romero and me, greeting politely, "Good evening sir, mam."
He then carry on transferring all the things from trolley to our table silently. Once he is finished, he takes a step back looking at Romero, "Would you like to have some wine along with the di
