But then, as Jonathan waited for his card to be returned, the bar manager approached with a calm yet firm expression. “Sir, there seems to be an issue with your card,” he said, holding it up. “Would you mind coming to the back office to sort it out?”
Jonathan frowned, clearly irritated, but he stood up, casting a brief, lingering glance at Amelia. “I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice edged with annoyance. Amelia nodded, keeping her expression neutral as she watched him follow the manager towards the back of the bar.