Jordan's voice grew louder, drawing even more attention from the nearby tables. His face was red with anger, and his hands moved wildly as he ranted.
"You two should look around yourselves!" Jordan barked, pointing across the elegant room. "Look! Look at the people sitting here! Do you see anyone who doesn't belong? Do you see anyone here who's below our class? Huh? What's wrong with you?!"
He took a few steps closer, standing almost chest-to-chest with Zane now, the fire in his eyes burning hotter.
"That waiter approached you politely," Jordan continued, his voice full of scorn. "He warned you nicely to leave because you didn't belong here! And what did you do? You used violence! Violence! In a place like this!"
Jordan's voice cracked slightly as he threw his hand out toward the broken silence of the restaurant.
