Everyone got up with the exception of Vukan who continued to toggle through his phone before Peter Douglas sat to his right and Oliver landed on his left.
Being in such close proximity with Oliver sent a bitter feeling down his gut. He wiggled and moved uncomfortably in his seat without looking up until the waiter returned with the drink.
"Finally", Henry Adamson sounded delighted as he motioned for the drink to get served.
The waiter leaned over to serve their cups while trickles of cold water from the bottle dripped onto Vukan's shirt.
"Can you fucking watch it!?" he snapped at the waiter with reddened eyes.
Confused as to what he had done, the waiter apologized.
"Your apology does no darn good, now, does it?" he shot back at the young man who was beginning to look scared. "This shirt probably costs more than your entire… ".
"Vukan, come off it!" his mother interjected almost immediately.
