"We need to talk."
Iris said.
Brandan Hyde was cutting into his steak, appearing as if he hadn't noticed an additional person before him, calmly eating away.
His mannerisms were graceful, exuding a natural aristocratic aura. The waitress dared not disturb him, merely glaring at the uninvited woman, hoping she'd take a hint and leave quickly.
However, the woman not only stayed but raised her hand and dumped the entire steak from Brandan's plate into the trash bin.
"You!"
The waitress was shocked.
"We need to talk."
Iris spoke again.
As she spoke, she reached for Brandan's wine glass, ready to pour it out.
The man put down his knife and fork, raised his head, and slowly glanced at her, eyes indifferent and subtly mocking, silent.
"Miss, if you continue to act so outrageously, I'll have to call security!"
The waitress exclaimed loudly.
"I'm talking to him, when did it become your place to butt in?" Iris's voice also raised, anger flashing on her delicate face.
"You!"
