“I’m here for a pickup,” Ryan said, voice casual, already leaning forward toward the counter like she wasn’t there.
Isabella blinked trying to assimilate what was happening.
She slowly turned her head toward him. “You could wait your turn,” she said flatly.
Ryan looked at her.
“Oh it’s even you.” She hissed.
Ryan didn’t even look apologetic. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.
“I didn’t see a queue Miss Isabella,” he replied, shifting his attention fully to the waitress. “Name’s Ryan. Order for pickup.”
The waitress glanced between them, a little unsure.
Isabella scoffed softly. “Are you serious right now?”
That finally made him glance at her. “Relax,” he groaned. “It’s not that deep.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“It becomes deep when you act like other people don’t exist,” she sh
