"Shit!"
Gray, sitting in one of the expensive restaurants, cursed to himself.
'I can hardly see anything from here!'
"Sir, refrain from swearing."
A waiter with a long twisted mustache showed his displeasure.
"This is the third warning in the last 15 minutes. One more and we will be forced to ask you to leave our establishment."
'Damn you, you old geezer.'
He didn't even come here for food, but they already wanted to kick him out!
"This is an intelligent place, not a pigsty. With that kind of behavior, you can go to the diner across the street."
The waiter's haughty words made Gray grit his teeth. He wished he could go there... but he couldn't. He had no choice but to sit in this extremely expensive restaurant.
All he could do now was stare nervously out the window of the diner across the street, covering himself with some kind of menu.
"Sir, take your order."
The waiter with the mustache hurried him along.
"Get lost, I'm busy."
