The waiter immediately responded, "Oh, so you're the one who reserved this table. I apologize—we haven't had a chance to contact you yet. Mr. Wilde took this table, so we've prepared another for you. As compensation, we've included two of our signature dishes at no charge."
"What?"
I froze.
I couldn't believe how unreliable this place was. I had booked this table in advance, and they agreed. Yet, they gave it to someone else without my consent.
"I'm not moving. I want this table."
This spot had the best view for the performances and the scenery was unbeatable. I spent half the night choosing it—there was no way I'd give it up for two plates of free food.
Before I could make a fuss, Matthew tugged at my arm. "Two dishes, right? Can we pick which ones?"
The waiter thought for a moment and nodded. "Anything except the top three dishes that cost over a thousand dollars. The rest are up to you."
"Deal!" Matthew said, pulling me over to the new table. "It's just a table. The atmosphere's still great, and the view's pretty much the same. Plus, two dishes here cost over a hundred dollars each—this is a win."
Since no one else seemed to care, making a scene would only ruin the mood. I let it slide.
I turned to the waiter and said, "You should thank Ben. If he hadn't spoken up, I wouldn't have let this go so easily."
I gestured at Benjamin.
The waiter immediately bowed toward him. "Thank you, Mr. Ben."
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