Chapter 12

THIRD PERSON's POV

"Excuse me, sir, you'll have to wait in line." said a gentle-faced boy with roundish-almond eyes and black hair, his hands holding a board of customers' waitlist. His thick eyebrows furrowed, forming a crease on the forehead of his round face shape. His brown eyes followed the three men who seemed to disregard his words.

"Why do I have to wait in line? I see that table over there is free anyway," said a guy in a grey T-shirt and light blue jeans. A three-day-old beard and mustache covered his oblong face, making his dark brown Asian eyes and the whole complexion more intimidating.

"No, sir. We are cleaning it for the next customer whose name is on the list here," replied the boy, pointing to a clipboard in his hand. "You need to register your name and wait for me to call you when it's your turn. Just like those—".

"Oy, so noisy. Why does a waiter here talk so much? Did he not get trained?" said the young guy with a similar facial structure as the one from before but