Owning

Blythe POV

Half an hour later, the men were still drinking and talking loudly over dinner. Jerrick was watching them like a hawk. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and asked them to leave since we were closing. I knew he wanted to pay us as well in private. The men hurled curses at him as they left, but Jerrick stood there firmly with his arms crossed across his chest, watching them leave.