Then suddenly, Bianca snapped.
“Why are you following us everywhere?” she burst out angrily. “Do you even understand how important our time is?”
Amara completely ignored Bianca.
Instead, she turned toward Elias and spoke in the same calm, professional tone as before.
“Mr. Creed, delivery service is not possible,” she repeated evenly. “However, you’re welcome to dine here.”
She gestured lightly toward the seating area without a change in expression.
“One of our servers can arrange a table for your date. You may choose dishes from the menu today, and for future visits, please make a reservation in advance.”
“Date?” Elias immediately frowned. “What date? I’m not on a date.”
His brows knitted together in irritation as he stepped slightly closer to the counter.
Then his eyes narrowed at her.
“What exactly is going on here?” he questioned. “This restaurant… is it your family’s restaurant?”
“I don’t answer personal questions, Mr. Creed.”
Her tone remained distant and professional.
“You are a customer here. If you wish to dine, one of our servers will escort you to a table.”
Elias’s jaw tightened instantly. The indifference in her eyes irritated him far more than he wanted to admit.
She was looking at him as if he were nothing more than another customer. As if it didn’t matter whether he came there with Bianca or a thousand other women.
As if she genuinely did not care about him anymore.
And somehow, that cold indifference burned worse than anger.
“Why are you even arguing with someone like her?” Bianca suddenly interrupted with a scoff.
She crossed her arms and leaned closer to Elias possessively before glaring at Amara with obvious disdain.
“She’s probably just working here,” Bianca said dismissively. “It’s not like she understands how important your time is.”
Her lips curled mockingly.
“You handle billion-dollar businesses every day, and she’s acting important just because she works at a restaurant. Honestly, she’s probably bored of serving tables and pretending she knows something.”
The second those words left Bianca’s mouth, Shane’s expression changed completely.
The polite professionalism vanished from his face.
“Miss,” he snapped sharply, “you cannot speak to Miss Hawk like that.”
Bianca looked startled.
His tone was filled with warning now.
“If you do not know who Ms. Hawk is, then you have no right to disrespect her,” Shane continued angrily. “We do not tolerate this kind of behavior at our restaurant."
Bianca immediately opened her mouth to argue back, but before she could speak—
