Layla's POV
"What happened back there? They look mortified." the manager came to ask me. Good though that I finished placing the orders before he could stop me. The kitchen turned chaotic as the chef ordered all his assistants to prepare this and that.
"I ordered every large meal on the menu for them," I said.
"I'm sorry what?" The manager looked shocked. "Did you say, YOU ordered not THEY ordered?"
"No. I ordered them all." I crossed my arms.
"You mean to say, you decided what they should eat?"
"Yeah."
"Did you perhaps consent to them?"
"Of course, I asked them nicely, I smiled at them. Note the pleasantry there and the two of them said to give them whatever's on the menu. So I choose all of them. Helps with the business."
"You should have said the best meals in the house. I don't think they can finish them all."
"Oh, they can. Look at them all bulk and big. I'm pretty sure it's for their diet." I said.
