Looking at them from the back, it appeared to be an intimate gesture to Michael.
Slowly, his hands clenched into tight fists, hanging by his sides.
"Hi Sir, do you have a reservation?" a staff member walked over to him with a smile.
"No, I don't ...," Michael replied. He had followed Todd to this place so, naturally, had no reservation.
"My apologies, Sir. We only cater to customers who have reservations," the staff member replied.
"Can I make a reservation now then?" Michael asked.
"We have a policy of an advance booking of at least one hour. So sorry."
Noting that Todd and Wendy had walked some distance away already, Michael got a tad irritated when he heard what the staff member had just told him.
Todd and Wendy might be done with their dinner in one hour.
