The waiter returned to the table. "Your meat pies and water, Sir."
Levi picked up his water bottle. Took a slow sip. Then he set it down to take a look at the waiter who hadn't left.
The young man was staring at Damon with flushed cheeks, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched the empty tray. He seemed completely mesmerized by the Alpha's presence, oblivious to anything else in the room.
Damon didn't even glance at the retreating worker. His focus remained locked entirely on Levi.
"You know, in delicate situations like this, Vincent is actually right," Damon murmured, leaning closer. "Society hates an independent Omega, Levi. They will try to tear you down just to prove you need an alpha."
Levi didn't answer. He kept his expression perfectly blank, giving Damon nothing but a cool, unreadable stare.
