“Most of my Social Security check is spoken for before I’ve even bought groceries. But I’d been here for two minutes.”
He didn’t respond.
“You didn’t ask how long I intended to stay. You looked at me, looked at Benny, and decided neither of us was worth the chair.”
Christopher sighed.
“Can we just move past this?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“I apologized.”
“You apologized after discovering who Steven was.”
His face tightened.
“We don’t need to make one unpleasant interaction into something larger.”
I pushed the sandwich away.
“You changed the rules because you didn’t like the customer standing in front of you. That’s already larger than one unpleasant interaction.”
Christopher looked toward Mary.
“Mary, please.”
She calmly set down the cups she was carrying.
“She’s right. You made up the rule.”
Before Christopher could answer, the bell above the café door rang.
