RUBY

After Zoey ordered the waiter to pack up the leftovers, she asked Luther to take her to the restroom. Owen and I remained at the table, watching the waiter pack up the leftovers. Owen's gaze was full of concern for me, but there was also anger in it. I understood his worry, but I didn't have time to think about my pride here.

"Are you insane? Zoey did this to humiliate us from the start?" Owen protested.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"But these are leftovers."

"Owen, the food isn't wrong, and ...