But that feeling didn’t last.
Kyle, the restaurant manager, suddenly marched across the dining room.
His face was red with anger.
He stopped beside my table and glared at Amber.
“What do you think you’re doing? Who gave you permission to serve this man?”
Amber stood her ground.
“He was hungry, Kyle. I didn’t think we should turn him away.”
Kyle raised his voice.
“We’re running a restaurant, Amber! This isn’t a free food program!”
Before I could explain anything, he seized my arm.
“Get on your feet. You’re leaving.”
I tried to remain calm.
“Sir, I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just trying to eat.”
Kyle tightened his grip.
“I said get out! Now!”
He began forcing me toward the entrance.
I stumbled when my shoes slid against the floor and nearly lost my balance.
Then, as I turned to catch myself, something caught my attention.
I froze.
There was something happening nearby that I hadn’t noticed when I first entered.
