"Can I take your order please, Sir?" asked a waitress standing in front of him. She was wearing a white collared blouse and black skirt, paper and pen on her hand, while Robbie raised an eyebrow looking at the menu.
The table was reserved for three people with built in red-cushioned seats and wooden table. Only a few could obtain this VIP seating in the Crisscross Steakhouse as it was considered as one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Rated as number one among the restaurants by Michelin, it had the most delicious steak in the neighborhood.
He set the menu down on the table and looked at his watch. Ten minutes had passed and still no sign of Chloe and his partner. Being prompt was one of his secrets in his business and he disliked late people. Even his employees knew about this and he often gave warnings whenever some of them came in late.
