"Ma'am, we get a lot of customers here daily, I'm not sure I know exactly what group you're referring to," A waiter at the bar replies to Raven in a curt voice, a visible frown on his face, "please place your order."
Raven grits her teeth, frustration nibbling persistently on her nerves. She's been coming back to this lounge every night this week and Draco hasn't showed up nor anyone in his crew and she was forced to ask a waiter.
"I'll have a soda," Raven dips her hand in her purse and brings out a bill, shuffling it into the hands of the waiter as a tip, "for your time."
The waiter smiles, his unfriendly demeanour morphing into a friendlier one, "I really do not know the people you're referring to. It's possible it was on my day off but I'll get my manager, if anyone should kn
