Instinct or not
His smile slowly faded on his lips as the minutes turned to hours. He had been looking at his watch, phone, and the door nonstopped as he waited for his date to arrive.
He could see the other patrons and the servers were curious about his date since he had been sitting at this table alone for a while. The manager might have asked him to leave if he had not been a good customer.
He had occupied a good table but hardly ordered anything except the expensive wine. He knew how many other customers would want his space.
"Sir, would you like something else?" That would be the third time or the fourth a server had asked him that question, but he said the same thing.
"I will order when I am ready." He snapped at the boy, slightly irritated that they could not wait.
But he knew they were only doing their job. But he did not understand why his date had not yet arrived. He took his phone out again and checked for any messages.