Lola’s POV

I blinked innocently, tilting my head. "Oh? Let me check with the bartender. One moment, sir."

Of course, I knew what he ordered.

But by the time his correct wine arrived, the moment had already soured.

He was annoyed. His date was disappointed.

And people like him? They didn’t come back when things weren’t perfect.

I wasn’t just sabotaging service.

I was listening.

And the restaurant was full of secrets.

Between serving tables, I caught ...