Bjorn’s caustic commentary left Millie momentarily winded. She fixed him with a piercing gaze, her eyes aglow with indignant fury. The audacity of this tattooed oaf to liken her intellect to that of a pig?

“What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle; serve my coffee, you malodorous wench,”

Bjorn chided impatiently.

“This lout is overstepping his bounds. It’s time we taught him some manners.”

Derek leaned towards Marcus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Observing the escalating tension, Marcus, however, furrowed his brows, his gaze softening as it fell on Millie, who was struggling to contain her anger.

let’s observe how the drama

continued his verbal assault. “Are you hard of hearing?

belittlements pushed Millie to the brink of her tolerance. Such humiliation was unmerited, she ruminated. As a mere waitress, what could she have possibly done to warrant this? She’d traversed a multitude of workplaces, yet none had housed a patron

she could muster, Millie presented the cup of coffee

cause. The potential implications for her dear friend Grace at this establishment were a primary concern. Should she

fool, she decided his provocations were unworthy of

retreat, the shrill sound of shattering porcelain echoed

has scalded me. Serve another cup, this time at an

of incredulity lighting them. Was this man off

another,” Millie conceded with a forced

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