"Follow me."
Wolfgang turned to order the rich second-generation heirs to follow him.
Those guys immediately rubbed their fists together and were ready to go all out.
"Yes, Master Wolfgang."
The group of them walked aggressively to the table across from them. The customers on the way looked at Wolfgang's group in surprise, then excitedly made way for them and looked in the direction of the waitress. There was going to be a good show.
...
Sophie stood by the table, her eyes filled with fear, but she did not take a single step forward.
This stalemate lasted for a long time.
One of the hooligans couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Damn, why are you not giving us a break? You were the one who served the wine too slowly. Can't we make you drink with us and apologize?"
The hooligan's fierce look made Sophie even more frightened. She looked at the bar counter uneasily.