Chapter 2

Janice came back behind the counter. “You sure you don’t want me to take that table back? You can take my twenty, two sweet little old ladies.”

“No, really. I like the idea of glaring at him the rest of the time he’s here. Maybe he’ll get the hint and never come here again.”

“More likely you’ll get a crappy tip.”

Tyler scoffed. “Bet he’s a lousy tipper anyway.”

A while later, after he’d brought them their food, Tyler came back to their table to drop off the check. “Will there be anything else?” he asked Dr. Hottie.

“No, we’re good,” Jack said to his back.

Tyler flashed a vague smile at both of them and set the check down. “Pay the cashier when you’re ready. No rush.”

After they’d left, Tyler went to the table. He lifted the five-dollar bill they’d left on the table and underneath it was a folded square of white paper. Only three words were written on it.

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