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<span class="mu-s">(Meanwhile, with Chio in the exact place Johnny is…)</span> (Disclaimer: You’ll still decide for Johnny in some prompts.)
You move your chair closer to Phil’s and grab his hand. This is the only way you can keep his company around.
“Come with me, we’re going to complain to the staff.” You won’t let these incompetent fools ruin this rather enjoyable evening. Impressing someone from the future is already a hefty task and now the whole evening will be besmirched if you don’t rectify this immediately. It’s all your fault for picking this place. “It’s absolutely unacceptable that this happened to you.”
“Can we be a little more discreet? No need to cause a fuss” Phil is quite shy. How charming! But he can be confident by your side. You’re reliable and you’ll show him.
“Trust me, Phil.” You stand up, still holding his hand between your fingers, he’s surprisingly soft.
“Sure, Chio, I’m in your hands.” Phil follows your lead. Simply adorable! You will show him his trust is justified.
You two inform the waiter behind the reception desk about what just happened and demand swift actions. This is simply humiliating! Intimidated by your confidence, he meekly goes to the back to bring the manager out, which in turn makes you repeat your rage-inducing tale – not without Phil softening your complaints. After so much insistence, the boss decides to bring you two to the back of the restaurant (in front of the kitchen) and points at the 3 waiters working. 3? They’re understaffed too? If the food wasn’t delicious, you wouldn’t step foot here again!
“Well, Chio, there they are. Can’t stop business from going, so we’ll call one atta time. Ya understand, don’t ya?” The Manager is acting all sleazy but he’s trying to comply as much as he can to your demands. This will suffice.
“I’m rather disappointed, but yes, I do.” You assume control of the situation.
“No more complaining for someone who couldn’t catch a glimpse, okay? I’d say pick your poison but what do I know? I’m no policeman.” This snotty-nosed manager shrugs like it’s not his problem. Despicable.
“You know I was a detective once.” Poor Phil, he tried to adjust his glasses but they weren’t there! It breaks your heart!
“You got duped by a CotF, kid. Don’t think highly of yerself.” The manager chuckles like an obtuse idiot. “Months without a hitch or a hook, then you bring one of ‘em cheapos, and bam, trouble.”
“If you managed this place better, you wouldn’t have to rely on them, would you?” Phil retorts, annoyed by the manager’s comments.
“Smartass.” The manager actually chuckles and not sarcastically.
