"Where's the man who's making a mess?"
The staff exchanged confused glances, tension flickering between them as they tried to figure out who the stranger was referring to.
"The one who keeps hugging our bouncers?" he added, voice threaded with irritation and faint amusement.
Several staff members pressed their lips together, suppressing laughter. To them, he must've seemed like some random customer inserting himself into drama he didn't belong in. But before their assumptions could root, the man behind him discreetly cleared his throat—sharp, startling, authoritative enough to pull their attention.
"It seems like they don't recognize you, sir," the guy murmured with a raised brow.
