Lyla

Warmth spread through my chest at Rashid’s words.

I could feel my adrenaline starting to wane, and my bravery from earlier confronting this couple was beginning to make me feel jittery. I’d never been one to cause a scene, but I couldn’t sit back and let this poor waiter be verbally abused like that.

“We don’t need you to pay our bill!” the man screamed at Rashid, his face red with ...