"Hey, sweetheart! Another round over here!" he shouted, slamming his palm on the table, making the dishes rattle. Sofia forced a smile, masking her unease as she approached their booth, her heart pounding.
"Sure thing! Just a moment!" she replied, trying to keep her tone light. She turned to grab the drinks, but when she returned, the man's demeanor had shifted. He was no longer laughing; his eyes were narrowed, and a sneer twisted his lips.
"Finally! What took you so long?" he barked, leaning forward, his breath reeking of alcohol. The jovial atmosphere around them seemed to evaporate, replaced by a palpable tension.
"I'm really sorry about the wait," Sofia said, placing the drinks on the table. "It's busy tonight, but I appreciate your patience."
He scoffed, raking a hand through his hair, eyes flashing with irritation. "Patience? You think I'm here to wait? You're just a lousy waitress!" His voice rose, attracting the attention of nearby patrons.
Sofia's heart raced, but she maintained her composure. "I understand it's frustrating. What can I get you next?"
But the man wasn't interested in her offer. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over. "You think you can just serve me like I'm some nobody? I deserve better!" His fists clenched, and Sofia could see the anger boiling beneath the surface.
"Sir, please sit down," she urged, trying to defuse the situation. The diner had grown quiet, eyes turning towards them, anticipating what would happen next.
He leaned in closer, invading her space, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. "What are you going to do about it? Huh?" His words dripped with menace, and for a moment, Sofia felt the world tilt beneath her feet.
"Let's just talk this out," she said, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in. She glanced around, hoping to catch Tony's eye behind the counter, but he was busy with another order, oblivious to the escalating tension.
Suddenly, the man reached out, grabbing her wrist with a grip that sent shockwaves of pain through her. "You think you can just smile and get away with it? You are nothing!"
A gasp rippled through the diner, and Sofia's pulse quickened. She felt the panic rise, but she knew she couldn't show weakness. "Please, let go of me," she said firmly, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened.
Just then, a voice boomed from the entrance. "Hey! What's going on here?!"
Amid the turmoil, Luca Moretti enters. He's tall and imposing, with sharp features and a confident stride that commands attention. Dressed in a tailored suit, he exudes an air of danger and allure. The crowd parts for him as he approaches the fray, his presence both magnetic and intimidating.
The shift in the atmosphere was instant; a protective aura radiated from him, filling the diner with a sense of safety.
"Let her go," Luca said, his voice low but laced with authority. The diner collectively held its breath, the tension thickening in the air.
"This isn't the place for this, fella" he says, his tone brokering no argument. The man hesitated, momentarily disarmed by his confidence. Just as the situation seems to diffuse, he lunges at Luca, followed by the drunken man's friends and the bar erupts into chaos once again.