I was quietly cutting my daughter’s chicken when the manager stopped beside our table and sneered, “People like you don’t belong in this section.”
looked around at laughing servers, families enjoying dinner, and Maria confidently directing the evening rush.
At last, he felt his anger fade.
“Much better.”
Sophie raised her lemonade.
“To booth seventeen.”
Daniel tapped his glass against hers.
“To treating people right.”
Outside, rain shimmered across the city lights.
Inside, nobody needed expensive clothes to deserve a seat.
