-Olivia’s point of view-
Alpha Alex brought me to a place known as a restaurant, a setting designed for the consumption of food. The concept of dining on solid food, something humans regularly enjoyed, consumed my thoughts as I patiently awaited the arrival of the individual Alex referred to as the waiter.
Surveying my surroundings, I observed people relishing their meals using an assortment of utensils while sipping on beverages. My impatience grew, and I released a sigh, wondering why the waiter had not yet reappeared. My eyes remained fixed on the spot where he had vanished, my anticipation heightening.
"You appear somewhat anxious," I heard Alex's voice break through my preoccupation, momentarily forgetting his presence right in front of me.
I met his gaze. "Oh, um, when - when is
