"May I ask who Mr. Nathan Hance is? Ms. Cheryl Holmes left your information with us. Today is your birthday, so here is the free cake and spaghetti we prepared for you."
Cheryl sprang to her feet, looked at me awkwardly, and explained anxiously, "I had a fever the day I registered at this restaurant. I can't believe I was so confused that I left the wrong information.
"But since today is Nat's birthday, we might as well celebrate it for him."
Seeing that I looked unmoved, Cheryl glanced at me with bewilderment.
Cheryl asked the waiter for Nathan's favorite wine and poured it for him herself with gentle eyes on him.
She then walked toward me, ready to pour me some as well.
I moved the glass aside and filled it with warm water.
Seeing this, Cheryl looked upset and said with a trace of displeasure, "I know you've been busy and tired recently, but it's Nat's birthday today. Nat has had such a hard time. Why can't you show him some respect?"
Hearing this, I picked up the glass and gulped down the water.
I straightened my sleeves and responded unhurriedly, "I can't drink the wine."
At the sight of my indifference, Cheryl got angry.