Derek slumped irritably in a chair in the private dining room, glaring at the staff serving them after the little "incident." David, the manager, stood beside the table.
"I'm sorry this happened on our premises," David said. "Even though it was a misunderstanding, the restaurant would like to offer you some wine to enjoy with your meal."
"Tch." Derek clicked his tongue and glared at David. "Wine isn't enough. You should kick that guy out of this place."
"..." David kept his mouth shut, his head slightly bowed.
David wouldn't even be here if not for Atlas. Compared to Derek and his group, the other two had more importance in the establishment. But when David was about to assist Lola and Atlas, the latter cast him a warning look and jerked his chin toward the Lancasters.
Hence, David was here.
"Derek, come on, dude," Justin sighed heavily before looking up at David. "Mr. David, thank you. Don't worry about him. He'll be fine in a bit."
