Two men ordered food and drinks. Then they quietly left without paying. My coworker was in tears the bill was a few hundred dollars, and she counted every penny, knowing she couldn’t afford to cover it herself. I ran out into the cold without a jacket and saw them walking quickly toward their car. My heart pounded as I shouted, “You didn’t pay!”
One of the men turned around, clearly startled. For a moment, I thought they would run, but instead, he walked back toward me. His face was pale as he said, “I’m so sorry. My brother just got terrible news, and we weren’t thinking straight. We weren’t trying to skip out on the bill.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there was genuine pain in his eyes.
