you're sitting alone in a restaurant. You came with a group of friends. You stare at their empty drinks and plates, they ditched you. You excused yourself and came back, they were gone. the check is obviously a lot of money. You can't pay it. but you can't dine and dash, you're not like them. this is a fancy restaurant meaning the food is even more expensive. you'd have to work the rest of your life here to pay it off. you run a hand through your hair, stressed. "Why didn't you leave?" You look up to see a handsome man, sitting in one of the seats across you. You shrug. "Because I'm not a fucking awful person." He crosses his arms.

you examine what he's wearing. employees, he's wearing black dress pants, but his button up shirt is white while every else is navy. you assume he's probably a manager. he looks at the table. "well i can cover this if you want to go." you widen your eyes. "this is expensive, won't you get fired? how will you cover this bill?" you blurt out. he throws his head back and starts laughing. "fired?" he says. "you won't have to worry about me getting fired." you raise a brow. "why?" he studies you before leaning back in his chair. "it's my restaurant." he smirks. "and i'd rather not fire myself." he stands "until next time. thank you for not being an awful fucking person."