AYRA'S POV

As I set my tray down on the table in front of the rugged-looking gentleman, I courteously asked, "May I take your order, sir?" My tone conveyed warmth and hospitality as I awaited his response.

"I would like to have you," he replied instead, his voice dripping with an unsettling tone, causing me to shift uncomfortably, feeling a wave of unease wash over me.

"Sir, if you could kindly let me know your preference for your order?" I reiterated, my tone maintaining a firm yet polite demeanor, as I sought to gracefully guide the conversation back to the task at hand.

"You heard what I said," he said,...