The moment Kael stood up, the owner who had been keeping an eye on him surreptitiously felt a sudden chill crawl up his spine. The customer had not touched a single bite of food and was already preparing to leave.
It was unusual, though not unheard of. But it was that smile—too calm, too deliberate—and the faint golden glow that flickered in his irises that made the owner's stomach twist. Something about it screamed trouble. Trouble was brewing, and it was heading straight for him.
Panicked yet determined, the owner moved quickly to block the man's path, his heart hammering at the audacity of what he was about to do. He knew he was risking his own neck, but letting this man walk out unchecked felt even more dangerous. With a strained but polite smile plastered across his face, he looked up at the towering figure and forced his voice steady.
"Sir, what would you like to eat? Today's chef's special is a premium beef burger that you might—"
