"Miss! This glass is empty. Would you like to refill it for me?"
Sylvia turned around to look at the guest who had called her and saw that he was waving a glass of red wine in the air at her. The man sitting opposite him was looking at her as well.
Both the men looked middle-aged but they were dressed in finely tailored suits and regal ties. They definitely looked like the type who were used to being served and attended to.
Sylvia was confused. She was sure that she had already served them. She had only gone to them after she had served everyone else.
The man who had called her, the one who was waving the glass, Gram, looked at her in anticipation. "What are you waiting for? Come here and refill it for me!" He called out to her again.
Sylvia didn't like their tone and especially the look in their eyes, but she also couldn't say no to them in front of so many people as they were merely asking her to serve them which is what she was supposed to do.
