See, he didn’t even have a reservation. People like him just want to see if they can sneak in unnoticed, but I guarantee he’ll bolt the moment he sees the total on the bill. A few diners at nearby tables glanced at Emma, their disapproval beginning to show on their faces.
In another corner, Lisa, a young businesswoman dining with a friend, frowned slightly. She turned to her companion. She’s being so rude.
He hasn’t done anything to deserve that. Her companion, a composed young man, nodded. It seems like his very existence annoys her.
The atmosphere in the restaurant started to shift, but not in the tranquil way La Lumiere was known for. Emma’s words, the quiet observations of the other diners, and Shaq’s unshakable calmness created an underlying tension. Meanwhile, Shaq continued to enjoy his moment.
He refused to let the whispers affect his mood. Though he knew he was being judged, he felt no need to justify himself. At the Carter’s table, Mr. Carter sighed softly, his gaze still resting on Shaq.
The world is a strange place, he said, his voice warm but tinged with disappointment. People forget that someone’s true worth isn’t in their appearance. Mrs. Carter nodded in agreement, but both of them understood that the evening’s drama was far from over.
Emma might think she was in control of the situation, but it was clear that in this room, Shaq’s mere presence commanded the atmosphere. Emma, after hearing the rumors, decided to take her pride to a whole new level. In her mind, Shaq didn’t deserve the courteous service La Lumiere was known for, at least not from her.
Turning her back on him, she grabbed her notebook and began attending to other tables as if Shaq didn’t exist. She stopped at the central table, where a wealthy couple was sipping red wine. Flashing a radiant smile and using her sweetest voice, she leaned in slightly.
Would you care for another bottle of Margot 2015? It pairs perfectly with the main course. The couple nodded, and Emma quickly jotted down the order, throwing in a few playful remarks to extend the conversation. But her eyes kept darting toward Shaq’s table, where he sat calmly, seemingly oblivious to her deliberate neglect.
Emma walked past his table repeatedly, faint in busyness. Balancing a tray in one hand and focusing on another table, she acted as though she hadn’t even noticed him. The steady clack of her heels on the wooden floor echoed her indifference.
Shaq, a man who had faced fierce competitors on the basketball court, remained utterly composed. His large hands rested lightly on the table, his eyes wandering around the room with an air of quiet curiosity. A small jazz band played in the far corner of the restaurant.
Their gentle tunes fill in the space with a soothing atmosphere. When the song ended, Shaq clapped, a warm, resonant sound that brought smiles to the band members’ faces. His applause not only caught the band’s attention but also piqued the curiosity of nearby diners.
Some began to wonder, how does he remain so calm, even when it’s clear he’s being treated unfairly? At the counter, Emma frowned. The polite smile she wore for other customers had vanished. Shaq’s composure irritated her far more than she had anticipated.
Inwardly, she began to suspect he was challenging her on purpose. Why doesn’t he say anything? No complaints? No demands for service? She thought, biting her lip in frustration. Determined to test Shaq’s patience further, Emma decided to delay things even more.
She approached another table where a group of diners had just arrived and began an overly detailed explanation of the menu, fully aware that this would prolong Shaq’s wait. At another table, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, who had been watching the situation unfold, grew increasingly uneasy. Mrs. Carter leaned toward her husband and whispered, Do you see what she’s doing? She’s obviously giving him a hard time.
He’s been waiting for at least twenty minutes. Mr. Carter sipped his wine, his sharp eyes fixed on Emma. I see it.
But what’s intriguing is that he doesn’t seem bothered. He’s waiting, but not for the food. I think he’s waiting for something else.
Shaq remained seated, occasionally glancing at the paintings on the walls or the sparkling chandelier overhead. His unshakable calmness not only heightened Emma’s frustration, but also highlighted the pettiness in her behavior. As Emma walked past Shaq’s table yet again, she deliberately turned her back and spoke loudly enough for a colleague to hear.
Sometimes I think certain people don’t understand that not everyone belongs here. It’s amusing to watch how hard they try to fit in. Though her words weren’t directly addressed to him, their target was clear.
A few diners began whispering among themselves, some visibly disapproving but unwilling to intervene. At another table, Lisa, who had been observing the entire situation, couldn’t hide her anger. Setting her wineglass down, she said to her friend, She’s awful.
I don’t understand why this restaurant keeps someone like her on staff. Her friend nodded, looking thoughtful. But look at him.
He doesn’t need anyone to stand up for him. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The prolonged wait turned into a tense performance, with Shaq’s calm demeanor and confidence making him the undisputed lead actor.
Yet it was this very composure that exposed Emma’s unprofessionalism and small-mindedness, a realization she had yet to come to terms with. The atmosphere inside Le Lumiere restaurant grew increasingly tense, not because of any loud commotion but due to the unusual silence surrounding Shaq. He remained seated at a corner table near the kitchen, his demeanor calm, while Emma continued to blatantly ignore.
Him. Her unprofessional behavior and rude attitude were no longer a secret. They had captured the attention of many diners.
At the central table, Mr. Carter leaned slightly forward, his voice low but laced with indignation. She’s incredibly rude, he remarked, his eyes fixed on Emma, who was laughing and chatting with another group of diners. Mrs. Carter, who had been observing everything from the start, nodded subtly, her face showing clear displeasure.
I’ve never seen a staff member behave like this. She’s clearly trying to humiliate him. We should report her to the manager.
Mr. Carter set his wineglass down, his expression composed yet resolute. I agree. Someone like her shouldn’t be working in a place like this.
But let’s wait and see how this unfolds. In another corner of the restaurant, Lisa, a young entrepreneur with a neatly cropped haircut, could no longer remain silent. She shook her head, her eyes filled with disapproval, as she glanced toward Emma.
Lisa had noticed the unfair treatment from the moment Shaq walked in, and Emma’s actions only fueled her indignation. She’s terrible, Lisa said to her companion, a man intently following the situation. I can’t believe a high-end restaurant like this would tolerate behavior like that.
The man furrowed his brow thoughtfully. Maybe, because he hasn’t said anything, they think he’s easy to overlook. But I have a feeling he’s waiting for the right moment…
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