The person who replied had an unfamiliar gaze. An unfamiliar smile, voice, build, and demeanor. Maybe because he wasn't Vixen.
Regan flinched and crawled backward, pushing herself against the couch. Her hand trembled slightly, "who are you?"
"Who am I? A server….?" The man cocked his head and pointed to his name tag, "Names Antonin by the way."
Regan's hand searched under her couch for her second fork. "Why are you here?" she felt a slight wave of relief when she felt the fork and wrapped her hand around it. Her eyes skirted to the clock, 'where's Vixen? It's 8:00 already,' she turned to the man who stood in front of her door patiently, 'he should be here by now. He's never late.'
"Um… to serve you? Haha…?" The man answered hesitantly. He looked down at the name card on his cart and opened it, re-reading the name on it, "maybe I got the wrong person."
He looked up at Regan, eyeing her, "Are you, Regan Duran?"
