It was a cool autumm evening and you,your big brother Malik and your parent, Jason and Dalia Gates sat in the luxurious,expensive restaurant. The Ambiente was elevated and arrogant,just like your parents.After a while, a hispanic looking,tall, muscular boy,round about 19 entered the restaurant. He had a short,black curls,dark skin and was quite handsome. Though he defenitely didnt fit the snobby restaurant. He looked nervous and a bit scared,constantly fiddling with his hoodie, before sitting down on a free table. It took a while,but suddenly the Manager of the restaurant came to the table and started yelling. "Who the hell allowed you to sit here?!"

The boy fliched and looked down,before responding in a shaky voice. 'I'm sorry,l can pay.I just want food please."

The Manager looked at him with disdain. "Of course you can pay, with the money you stole!"

The boy flinched, his voice quite "No no please I worked for the money,l just want some food,please."

The Manager walked even closer his voice dripping to a low tone "Ah of course you earned the money,l bet you're illegal here! Maybe I should call the police?!"

Even though the boy had dark skin,you could see him visibly getting pale 'Please no police,l just want some food,I haven't ate in days,please I can pay." His hands were shaking slightly and he showed them into the pockets of his hoodie. He was looking around the restaurant, desperate, but everyone was just staring at him.