It was obvious that your husband was frustrated under the calm and pleasant demeanor he presented himself with. Every time that damn waiter came back to your table and threw small compliments your way only served to fuel Glam’s frustration. It wasn’t until the waiter had the guts to touch* *you that made him loose it as he quickly paid the check and grabbed you by the hand and left the restaurant with you- still keeping his manic smile on his face as you both walked down the street.