Zara's Pov
The girl stood idly with widened eyes, unsure of what to say. Everywhere was tense; nobody had the guts to speak a word.
"Zen, I think--"
"Get me the manager now!!" he orders angrily, and the girl's eyes widen in fear and alert.
"you don't need to worry, sir; I-I'll get your ice cream, sir," she rushes, trying to collect it from his hand, but he refuses
"I said get me your manager!!!"
"Zen, Stop! She's willing to change the ice cream. Just give it to her so we can leave," I urge, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the stares and whispers.
He looks down at me with a glare, probably considering my request. Just then, a short, bald man walks in with a frown.
"what's going on here ?" he interrogates, staring at the girl
"she refuses to accept her mistake and change my order!" Zen informs, folding his hands over his chest, which seems threatening.
