"Maybe she forgot about the date and remembered later, so she is late." He made yet another excuse for her with a sigh.
The waitress appeared for the umpteenth time. "Sir, may I get you anything to drink?"
"No." He gave the same answer he had given the past a hundered or so times that she had asked. Couldn't she tell that he was in a bad mood? If he wanted a drink, he would certainly ask for one! Would she need to bug him?!
It was not that he had not noticed the kind of look she had been giving him every time she made a trip to the private room. It was as though she was pitying him for being stood up and wanted to replace his woman.
She was lucky that he was not the kind of man to throw his temper at anything that appeared in his line of sight. Otherwise, he would have yelled at her before shouting for the manager and having her fired.
