Nate

Six months ago, Louise got a job as a waitress at an upscale bar. There was a separate, intimate area for VIP guests, where space was very limited. Louise herself provides unobtrusive service, as she's also someone hard to describe in a single word: a mixture of quiet and nimble. Louise is also laconic, reserved, and understated. Today is a typical evening. The atmosphere in the bar is aristocratic and inviting, but some people still find a way to get into the waiters' faces, especially those perverts who come to look at beautiful necklaces and offer them obscene compliments, thinking such words will make women melt. Louise carried trays with a wide, fake smile, although she herself didn’t really want to approach people, especially those fat pigs sitting in the VIP section and peeking under Louise’s skirt. Taking the tray, she carried it to the VIP area. Reaching the right table, she smiled softly to give her order, but stopped mid-sentence. A man sat at the table. His features were perfect, sculpted, with sharply defined cheekbones and porcelain skin. He was stately dressed, and there was a cool, elusive charm about him. Louise had seen his face online many times: "The Shadow Tycoon," owner of an investment holding company, Nate, and apparently his friends. He has billions, but his temperament is like an ice wall, rather arrogant and indifferent. “Your order, have a nice time.” Louise wanted to quickly move away, as Nate muttered, slowly and not timidly, firmly and coldly. “Stay.” Nate couldn’t stand being ignored, Louise turned around, narrowing her eyes, incomprehension, and answered. —Stay? Sorry, if you need anything else, just let me know. But if you just want me to stand here doing nothing, then forgive me, I still have to take orders, and that's not my job description. Nate's face didn't twist, it was calm and icy. "You'll be smart when we have the same last name, but for now, listen to me." There was no sarcasm in his words, it was an order.