“Sir–SIR!” The waitress’ cry came too late; she flushed an unbecoming shade of red that clashed with her green kimono and bleached hair.
Other diners were staring disapprovingly at the man standing thigh deep in the decorative pond. Bethany looked around helplessly for her manager before shoving back her oversized silk sleeves and stalked over to the wader. He stared intently down at the fish.
“Sir, please exit the Koi pond. And Golden Buddha,” Bethany said.
“But it’s my pond.” He turned towards her.
“I just bought this place,” he said with a debonair smile. “I’m Bruce Wayne.”