The floor manager looked at him for a moment, stunned out of his words.
'Does this young man really think this is how a restaurant works?' he thought.
"Uhm… Sir. Do you have a reservation?" the man asked, regaining his composure.
"No. But I do think you'll have room for us. I know you have four empty tables, two of which aren't reserved. So I'd like one of those, please."
The floor manager glanced at his table planning and noticed the young man was spot on.
"Unfortunately, sir, this is not how we work. We have a line behind you that is all waiting to be seated. The two empty tables are the chef's preferred table and the owner's personal table. I cannot sit you in either of those without their explicit consent.
"Now, could you please get at the back of the line? Other customers are waiting."
Alex smiled at him still.
This caused Guylaine to smirk in disdain.
