Bernard POV

I felt my face burning with shame as we walked out of the restaurant. Every single person in that place had been staring at us, recording with their phones, and I knew by tomorrow morning the videos would be all over social media. The humiliation was eating me alive from the inside out.

The valet brought my beat-up Honda around, and I could see him trying not to laugh as we climbed into the cheap car. After sitting in that fancy restaurant surrounded by Mercedes and BMWs, my old ...