“What do you have available?”

I give him a bland look. “The menu is in your hands, sir.”

What does he want me to do? Recite the entire drinks menu for him?

When he doesn’t respond, I give him a sickly sweet smile. “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t take into account that you might not be able to read, sir. Here, I’ll read it for you—”

I reach for his menu, but his grip on it tightens. Sounding insulted, he mutters, “I can read just fine!”

I raise a brow, and he barely glances at ...