*Noah's POV*
The technical failure spreads through the sound system like a virus. Sophia's backup microphone crackles with static, and the speakers emit intermittent screeches that make several guests cover their ears.
I watch from across the room as frustrated diners begin voicing their complaints. One man throws his napkin toward the stage in disgust. A woman near the bar tosses an olive that bounces off Ethan's shoulder.
"This is ridiculous," Ethan shouts above the noise, brushing off his expensive jacket. "What kind of establishment is this?"
Chloe steps closer to him as more guests express their displeasure. Someone's dinner roll flies through the air, striking her in the arm. She stumbles slightly, and Ethan catches her.
"Are you hurt?" he asks.
"I'm fine. Just surprised."
But I'm not surprised at all. The timing is too convenient. The equipment was tested thoroughly this afternoon. Everything worked perfectly during sound check.
