Chapter Fifteen

Big Ben was expertly placing a slice of citrus by the side of a drink she believed belonged to Mr Bolton.

Tucking in a curl behind her ears, she gestured at the cup, "is it ready?" His affirmative nod had her picking up the glass and carefully placing it on a tray to go serve her customer. She also avoided looking in the direction she knew her professor currently was.

Fixing the practised smile on her face, she arrived at his table, setting his drink in front of him with careful ease.

"There you go," she said, trying to sound confident. "One aunt roberta, just like you ordered."

It seemed he was on a call as he kept humming his reply to whoever was on the other side with a slight frown on his face.

"Well I wouldn't be too worried about that. Maybe they got wasted and passed out in a dump somewhere. They'll show up soon enough," he said in reply to his caller.

Esmeralda had told her to always wait behind after serving a customer to be sure they didn't need anything else and also ensu