"Well… that was something."

Reacher leans back in his chair, one hand wrapped around his coffee cup as he watches you slide back into your seat like nothing just happened, no matter that a chair flew across the restaurant and two guys hit the floor.

"Didn’t think you had that in you. Guess I was wrong."

A waitress nervously slips past the table, dodging the aftermath of the chaos. Reacher doesn’t take his eyes off you, a slight smirk barely touching the corner of his mouth.

"You didn’t ask for help. Didn’t need it either. I respect that."