She watched as the hit wizard walked away from the bar, glaring. Minerva saw the galleons that he put down and deciding to not throw the galleons back at him, she simply palmed them in her hand and tucked them into her apron pocket.
Minerva and he seemed to catch each other's glance while she served a few more customers - and for an elderly bloke with a shaky hand, she actually leaned in and gave him a good view of her goods.
For the next guy she thought to herself smugly.
But she did feel guilty after her temper simmered down and Minerva sighed. He said he was glad that she was okay. And she supposed she did assume something about him first.
Still didn't give him the right to call her Princess though. That irked her.
Minerva went into the kitchen and told Mamsie she would serve the stew to the customer herself. Everything on a tray, and even a loaf of nice fresh bread with a crock of butter, Minerva went over to the hit wizard's table and served him.
She took out her notepad when she was done, pretending to take notes for another order.
"The thing is, I don't know you. Hell, I don't even know your name. So yeah, I assumed you'd tell about what happened to me and yeah it didn't matter to me if you worked for the Ministry.
I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you. For helping me that night."