Only now, it was Amber.
And she had no idea who I was.
Then the kitchen door swung open.
Kyle appeared.
His expensive blue shirt was neatly pressed, and a gold watch shone on his wrist.
Madison followed him, pointing toward my table.
“What is going on here?” Kyle demanded.
Amber stepped forward.
“I seated him. He’s just having lunch.”
Kyle looked at me with obvious irritation.
“Is he paying?”
“I’m covering his meal.”
He laughed sarcastically.
“This is a business, Amber. Not a charity.”
“It’s only one bowl of soup.”
“One bowl today. Five tomorrow. Soon we’ll have people sitting here all afternoon without buying anything.”
He gestured toward me.
“Customers don’t want to eat next to people like that.”
I lowered my eyes.
“I’m not trying to cause trouble,” I said.
Kyle approached my chair.
“Then leave.”
Amber protested.
“He hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Kyle ignored her and caught my arm, pulling me to my feet.
