"And here comes the good stuff." Viktor rubbed his palms with a small grin as the waiter approached with a couple of trays. Two more followed behind him, making Ambrose squint.
That seemed like a lot…
His fingers wrapped tighter around his wine glass. He hadn't taken even a sip, too focused on thinking of a plan to prolong physical contact with the smug S-Rank.
However, the arrival of the plates and the steaming meals on them pulled his attention briefly. He sniffed once. 'Well, damn. This…'
"Enjoy your meal, sirs." The waiters gave a small bow before retreating, leaving both men to take in the delicacies before them.
On one side were two large portions of smoked salmon, with lemon slices placed around them in a fancy pattern. Then there was the medium-rare filet mignon, roasted baby potatoes, and a delicious-looking chocolate lava cake.
He tried hard to hide the smirk on the corner of his lips. But Viktor already noticed it and leaned in slightly.
