The waiter was still fretting over this. She did not move forward to gather the plates to replace them with the main menu. She just stood there, looking at them with her widened eyes. What should she do now?
Ryn put down the fork and knife she used and gestured for the waiter to come. Then, with a smile, as she already noticed how worried the waiter was when looking at them and felt pity for her uneasiness, Ryn told the waiter to clear the table for the main menu.
"Mika, put down those utensils if you no longer want to eat them," Ryn told Mika gently, patting the hand that was gripping the knife gently, soothingly.
Slowly, the grip loosened and both the fork and the knife made a cling sound when they dropped onto the plate noisily. Mika ignored the weird look from the other diners. Her fiery eyes lost a bit of its anger and now she looked at her best friend with a silent frustrated look. Their dinner was ruined!
