The managers strides were lazy, bored like but with some professionalism obviously, he placed the order of Xateon down infront of him, narrowing his eyes as he murmurs a quick word and hurries to leave.
"Here, sir."
The mumble was laced with annoyance and tiredness but with a bit of disrespect.
Xateon didnt even mind, instead he smiled gently, like a lovesick dog which was very pathetic.
With a gentlemanly voice, he answers gently..
"Ah... Thank you dear."
Xateon was very happy, despite the hateful attention he was getting, despite it, he told himself it was just progress.
The manager wrinkles his nose and turned away, literally walking away.
Xateon frowned, pouting a bit, he was crying on the inside but mocking.
With dark thoughts..
'why do i keep getting rejected by the finest and best?'
He whined, before continuing.
'but ill try.. hopefully everything will stay.'
He thinks smirking smuggly as he dives into the food.
After eating he reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet, counting some few thousands and setting them on the bill paper, putting his wallet back and leaving with a wink at the manager.