The check came to $74.52. He thanked them, cleared their plates with a practiced smile, and took the billfold once they were gone. His hand froze over the table. Inside were three crumpled dollar bills. That was it. Three bucks on a $75 bill. Not even five percent.
Andrew didn’t move for a moment. He just stood there, staring down at the folder like it had personally insulted him. His shoulders sank. He could feel the sting behind his eyes, but he blinked it away. This was becoming a pattern.