Dem's Point of View
Continuation ...
I secretly called the waitress where I was sitting.
"Why Miss? Is there a problem--"
"Give me the bill, I'll pay now." she frowned at what I said.
"But Miss, you're not done yet to eat--"
"I said, give me my bill! Don't you understand that?" I shouted softly at her. She just nodded in a hurry and ran to the restaurant counter.
"Sh*t. The amount they can eat, why are they still here of all restaurants in Milan?" I said softly at myself.
"Miss, this is your bill--" I took the tiny paper right away and placed my payment and then slowly walked to the back of their table where they were seated.
"Boss, what are we going to do with that woman?" I feel like a fool crawling to the door of this restaurant so that I can get quietly. The staffs of this restaurant also look at my behavior so I'm just simply curse out of embarrassment I am feeling for myself.
