"Well I don't appreciate your tone, whoever you are," I snapped at him.
'Now comes the whole recognition phase, and he'll apologize for snapping at me, classic,' I thought.
"Sir, please keep your voice down, that's…Mr. Damon Darhk," the receptionist whispered.
She was standing behind me and I wasn't looking at her, so she must have assumed I wouldn't hear her.
He then stared at my face, and I frowned back at him.
After some moments the look of recognition washed over his face.
'Here we go with the apologies, I should wrap this up, I'm getting tired of this,' I thought.
"Mr. Damon, forgive me sir, I…" he spoke and I cut him off mid sentence.
"Yeah yeah, look, spare me the apologies. I'm here to make reservations for the rooftop, do you have a table or not?," I asked, I was very frustrated.
"Of course sir," he simply responded.
