Joyce walked over to where Crystal and Nathan were seated. She looked over the table and out their window and then at Crystal. “Well, well, well,” she said. “Since when can just anyone get a table at Air Cosme?” She turned to the manager, “I want this table. You can ask them to leave. I will pay double for everything I ordered.

The manager sighed and said, “I’m afraid that is not the way we operate here. As long as Mr. Davis is here, this is his table.”

“No,” Joyce whined. ...