CHAPTER 85
ALEX'S POV
A loud voice erupted behind us.
“That’s our table!”
We both glanced back to see a man–suited, hair combed back, rose tucked in pocket– arguing with the same hostess that had given us our table. His partner–another man… feminine–stood behind him, slipping words in and gesturing angrily in our direction.
But the girl kept quiet the entire moment, refusing to give them access in.
When they were becoming aggressive, guards were called and they were quickly ushered out. They murmured curses under their breath and flipped us off as they were pushed out the exit.
Sandra laughed, turning back to our table. And I couldn't help it either–I laughed too.
We dropped down to our seats, trying our best to stifle our laughter even after everywhere had gone back to normal.
