“She wouldn’t understand!” he snapped. “She never has.” A few guests looked over. The girls flinched. The man didn’t seem to care. He leaned back in the booth, exhaling hard and rubbing a hand over his face. His jaw clenched.
Andrew was halfway between stepping forward and minding his business when the man waved him over without making eye contact. “Check,” he said flatly. “We’re done.” Andrew nodded and brought the bill over. It came to exactly ten dollars.