After taking everyone's orders, the waitress turned to Averie.
"What would you like, Mr. Bins—I mean, Mr. Auclair?"
Hyerin giggled, finding it cute.
Acting like a proper celebrity and not a prick, for the first time in his life, Averie played along.
He clenched his jaw, removing any sign of joy from his face.
His cold eyes dripped with lust and desire as he looked at the waitress.
Noticing the sudden change, she audibly gasped.
Asmodeus Binsfeld—very much alive—sat before her.
"Whatever you recommend."
If anyone else had said that, she would have found it cumbersome.
It was always a stressful experience to choose a dish for the customer.
But this was Asmodeus Binsfeld. No matter what he said, her heart would flutter.
Just being under the same roof as him was exciting enough, but being spoken to by him was an entirely different experience.
"Damn…" one of the younger customers muttered, watching the drama. "Bro's got rizz."
