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Cut to a dim shot of half-eaten food.
Final text on screen: “We paid anyway.”
“People can’t believe this,” I murmured, and started reading the comments.
There were thousands of them, and they didn’t just believe the couple — they were all expressing sympathy toward them and saying they’d never go to my café.
Many thanked them for exposing me.
Wow.
She was so cold.
You handled that with way more patience than I would have.
Small businesses think they’re entitled now.
I set the phone face down on the table.
By noon, the lunch rush never came.
The pastry case sat full, and the soup went cold in the warmer.
I stood behind the counter and watched the minutes tick by, waiting for people who didn’t come. A few regulars trickled in, but the weekday lunch crowd that kept us afloat?
Vanished.
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