“Thanks,” the man said. “We’re fine.” Andrew gave a polite smile and stepped away, but lingered behind the counter where he could still watch them. The man did most of the talking. At one point, he leaned forward, voice low but intense.
The girls were still as statues, just nodding occasionally or staring into their bowls. Andrew couldn’t hear what was being said, but then the man’s voice rose sharply, just loud enough to turn heads nearby.