Meanwhile…
Haines glanced at the chairs where his nephew had been seated, watching as they were splashed with water. Hugo managed to dodge it, but now he had to deal with the other customer, who had been splashed before he got out of the way.
"Hey, man. It's not my fault—it was her! She should've splashed the water differently, but I guess she's not used to it. My point is, why are you angry at me? I'm not the one who splashed a glass of water at someone!"
Haines shook his head mildly, seeing Hugo trying to reason with the other customer. He exhaled deeply and refocused on his own date. His eyes fell on a woman in her mid-fifties or perhaps, more. She was stunning and elegant.
Well, all of his dates were beautiful in their own way. He just wasn't interested in any of them, though he was sure they all deserved someone just as wonderful as they were.
