Ethan
"You're lying!" she stomped her tiny sneaker covered foot. "He dressed up as a waiter, Ethan," she pointed to Demyan, "Then he came over to the table to drop off our food then said 'Bon appetit, I hope you enjoy dinner with my wife! I hope you choke.' he splashed Warren's wine on his face, Ethan. A savage!"
I let out a gasp and covered my mouth with my hand as I tried to hide my laugh. Everyone knew the sassy side of Demyan and to think after all these years nothing about him had changed.
"In my defence I thought you were upgrading from me. You never told me it was an artist you were trying to recruit for the company," Demyan rubbed his forehead.
