The waitress didn't flinch at his anger, nor did she offer any immediate apology for the dramatic scene she'd just created. Instead, she reached into her apron pocket, retrieving her smartphone with steady, deliberate calm.
"Your fiancée mixed something into your drink," she said, her voice carrying an even, unwavering steadiness despite Grant's obvious fury directed at her.
Grant stared at her, disbelief warring with his residual anger. "What are you talking about?"
She turned the phone screen toward him without further explanation, letting the recorded footage speak for itself.