Amber stepped forward.
“Yo lo senté. Sólo está almorzando”.
Kyle me miró con evidente irritación.
“Is he paying?”
“I’m covering his meal.”
He laughed sarcastically.
“This is a business, Amber. Not a charity.”
“It’s only one bowl of soup.”
“One bowl today. Five tomorrow. Soon we’ll have people sitting here all afternoon without buying anything.”
He gestured toward me.
“Customers don’t want to eat next to people like that.”
Bajé los ojos.
“No estoy tratando de causar problemas”, dije.
Kyle approached my chair.
“Then leave.”
Amber protested.
“He hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Kyle ignored her and caught my arm, pulling me to my feet.
My knee bumped the table.
Coffee spilled across the white tablecloth.
“Get out,” he ordered again.
“I’ll go,” I answered.
But he continued pushing me toward the entrance.
My damaged boot caught against the carpet, and I stumbled sideways.
That’s when I saw something that changed the entire situation.
