Their waiter returned with their drinks and pulled out a small notepad. Petra studied the old paper as he folded it over to take their orders, her gaze flickering across it before he spoke. “What can I get for you?”
The waiter closed the booklet and Petra's eyes flashed, although only Gabe would be able to notice it. "Excellent. I'll be back in a minute."
The waiter left and she looked over her shoulder, her brow furrowing. Her gaze flickered towards the exit and she frowned. "You're glaring at me," she said, not looking at him.
