JUDGEMENT

The cashier’s heart pounded as the dining area descended into chaos. Shouts of encouragement and gasps of shock echoed through the café. When the splintering crash of a diner’s table breaking reverberated through the air, she knew she had to act fast.

Hands shaking, she reached under the counter and hit the telecom button. Her voice, sharp and urgent, blasted through the speakers:

“Security to the dining area immediately! We have a situation!”

The crowd grew louder, students pushing and shoving to get a better view of the commotion. Phones were held high, capturing every punch, every shove, and every yell. It was pandemonium.

Moments later, the café doors burst open, and the security team stormed in. The men, seasoned veterans in their late forties, moved with precision. Leading them was their supervising officer, a burly man with a thick mustache that matched his booming voice.

“Enough of this madness!” he bellowed, charging straight into the heart of the fight.