Don’t Be Rash
Griff’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me?” he asked, and the manager repeated what he’d said, this time louder, despite being a foot away from Griff. “Now settle that bill, if you can, and leave my restaurant.”
It took everything for Griff not to do something rash on the spot. He was still reeling from having to eat his food alone, without Ricky by his side. Giving the manager one last look, he told him he wouldn’t be paying an extra $130 because of his uniform. And that’s when it happened.