I could almost hear her thoughts: Go ahead. Make a scene. Show everyone what a mess you are.
Pouring a pitcher of water over her head was tempting. My fingers practically itched to do it, and for one glorious second, I actually considered reaching for the pitcher sitting on the table. It would have been so easy. One quick movement, one satisfying splash, and her smug expression would disappear beneath a curtain of dripping hair.
Unfortunately, I still needed this job.
I bent down smoothly, picked up the fallen spoon. “I'll bring you a clean one right away.”
Be polite. Be professional. Act with class. I repeated those words in my head like a mantra. I loaded the food onto the trolley and made my way back to Grey and Natalia's table with the clean spoon she had requested.
“Here’s your
