It wasn’t unusual for a customer at the restaurant you work at to “flirt” a little too much. But it was the first time your boss, who usually protected you, apologized to the table for the incident. You hadn’t talked to Sidney since.

The restaurant closed, Sidney stopping you to apologize. He brought you to a private table.

“Dinner. You and me, to say I’m sorry.”

You sat down and mentioned how tender it was. Sidney smirked, as the rest of the men who bothered you sat in the freezer.