_Unknown's POV_
As I sat at the restaurant table, I kept a watchful eye on the entrance, waiting for her to arrive. The witch, seated across from me, tapped her fingers impatiently on the tabletop, her gaze sharp and calculating.
"Where is she?" she demanded, her voice a low hiss filled with impatience.
I glanced at my watch, then out the window, scanning the street for any sign of her arrival. "She should be here soon," I replied evenly, trying to hide my own growing sense of unease.
As our guest had yet to arrive, I decided to take the initiative and suggest we order in the meantime. I gestured for a waitress to come over, and she promptly handed us the menus.
"I'll have the rare steak with fries, please," I said, handing back the menu once I'd made my choice.
The witch, still tapp
