"Leigh!" Olivia Lewis was almost losing her mind with frustration, just as she was about to dial the number again, August Oliver had already walked up to her table, pulled out the chair opposite her, and sat down.
"One Blue Mountain, with two sugar cubes." The clear, cold voice was like an orchid blooming in the depths of night, extremely cold and seductively alluring.
The waiter recognized him, clutching the order slip tightly, stammering as he looked at him, "Okay, okay, okay, got it."
Though he said okay, he didn't leave, unable to contain his excitement, he gathered the courage to step forward, pulled out a small notebook from his bag, and handed it to the man with both hands, "Mr. August Oliver, I'm a fan of yours. Can you sign for me?"
She nearly called him husband in her excitement, but luckily caught herself, looking at her idol just within reach with an expression full of anticipation and delight.
