Azer and Amara had a blast enjoying the streets before their dinner in one of the liveliest restaurants they found. The waiters danced in their way as they served the food with ease using both hands, paired with smiling faces and exuding a friendly aura to any kind they served.
At the corner of the banquet was a group of three playing the instruments. All the tables were occupied and none of the servants had time to rest as they rushed to take and deliver orders. In the middle of all of it, a waitress who looked superior to the other servers approached Azer and Amara's table.
"My lord, my lady, may I take your orders?" she asked with a sweet smile after bowing politely toward them.
