In a private dining restaurant sat two men and a woman facing each other. They paid little attention to the enormous amount of food in front of them as they chose to scrutinize each other's body language. They remained still; nobody wanted to be the one to break the painful stillness.
The creaking sound from the sliding door compelled them to focus their attention on the direction of the sound. A waiter emerged carrying a plate filled with dishes of a different cuisine than what had been served previously. The waiter's heart almost jumped and ran from its place as the three pairs of eyes fixed on him.
The waiter set the food prettily on the table without saying a word, feeling extremely afraid at the attention he was getting. "Enjoy your food, Sir, Madam." He stated with a shaky voice. A drop of sweat rolled down from his neck onto the center of his chest.
