Georgia and Alaric had just resettled at their table when the waiter approached with their order. Spotting Georgia in the corridor, he offered a polite, "Miss, your steak..."

Georgia spun around, her eyes blazing with fury at the waiter. Catching sight of the steak tray he carried, her irritation boiled over. She marched forward, swiping the tray from his grasp, exclaiming, "The evening's ruined, why bother eating now? Couldn't you have been a bit quicker?"

The steak, fresh from the grill, tumbled onto the waiter, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain.

Startled and in pain, the waiter stumbled back, dropping the tray with a cry.

The clattering tray narrowly missed Georgia's feet. She instinctively stepped back, glaring at the waiter. "So, it's my fault you're slow? And you dare get mad?" she snapped.

Do you have any idea who I am? Could you afford the consequences if I were injured? Get your

trembling from the pain, but he hastily responded, "Miss,

delay caused my husband to leave without eating. You've ruined our evening! How do you plan to make this

the waiter, "What have you

his head down, the waiter clenched

YOUR

respectful tone, "Ms. Whitman, please, let's calm down. We'll offer you a complimentary meal of double

one dinner could have made everything right, and now he's gone, our relationship more strained than ever. All because of your waiter! Besides kneeling and apologizing, I expect compensation of $20,000 for the damage caused!" Georgia's

waiter, upon hearing the demand for $20,000, looked up in shock

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