It is Frances.
I don't expect that Hilda will bring Frances here.
The moment I see Frances, I wish I can be invisible to him.
But I don't have such a superpower.
So I can only watch him getting closer to me.
But his gaze has never fallen on me.
He stops in front of Hilda and gives her a gentle smile.
I stand at the side. I feel my eyes sour, but I dare not to cry.
Not only that, I have to talk to them with a smile on my face.
"May I take your order?"
"Frances, you should order. You know my taste."
"Two filet steaks. One should be medium-well with tomato sauce. The other should be medium with
some black pepper and some black truffles. And add a spoon of caviar on black truffles. Also, a green
salad, an Italian cocoa, and a bottle of red wine."
He does know Hilda's taste.
I know Frances' taste, but he never knows what I like.
Hilda's taste is so complex. But he still remembers what she likes.
"Can you remember what he said? The menu isn't on his face. Why are you staring at him?"
Hilda says coldly.
Only then do I realize that I have stared at Frances for a long time.
Sure enough, it is hard to conceal the feelings for the one you love.
Perhaps the more I try to hide, the more others will see through me.
"I can."
I retract my gaze and take the list to the kitchen.
After the meals are prepared, I place the food on the table before them.
Hilda looks at the steak and frowns.
"Are you sure there is only a spoon of caviar? Caviar has specific spoons. There is a fifth more of
caviar. Did you make my orders clear?"
She glares at me and says sternly.
It is hard to meet her tricky requirements.
I know that Hilda is deliberately making things difficult for me.
Glancing at the caviar on her plate, I say calmly, "It's easy to solve your question. Since there is more
than you asked, you just need to take out the redundant part."
....
Hilda angrily slams her fork onto the table.
"What's that attitude? If I need to do everything myself, why would I come to your restaurant? Call your
manager over here immediately. I want to see how he trains his employees!"
Even though Hilda is angry, her voice is still gentle and mellifluous.
Hilda's intention is clear: to put in me into a difficult situation. But Frances only gives Hilda a faint
glance and says nothing.
That's right. What can he say?
He is on Hilda's side. So he doesn't care what she is doing to me.
The manager hears the commotion. He immediately rushes over.
"My distinguished guest, what can I do for you?"
"One of your employees has wrongly conveyed my request. And I'm not happy with her attitude. What
do you want to do about that?"
"Well..."
The manager is put into a hard position.
I've always done my job well in the restaurant and the manager likes me.
I think he knows that Hilda is deliberately looking for trouble.
But there is nothing he can do for me. After all, customers' needs are the restaurant's first
consideration.
After thinking for a while, he glares at me and says in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Now
apologize to this beautiful lady!"
Apologize?
He wants me to apologize to Hilda?
No way!
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