Their Performance Wasn’t Quite Over
The couple stormed out, their fury echoing in every stomp. “We’ll be back,” the woman spat, her voice laced with malice. “And you’ll regret this!” Her words echoed through the now-quiet café, but it didn’t end there. As they reached the door, their phones appeared, cameras rolling.
“This is how they treat paying customers,” the man snarled, his tone oozing with false indignation. He pointed the lens at the café, sneering, “Don’t come here—they’re bullies!” Their manufactured outrage was a last-ditch attempt to rewrite the narrative. Relief washed over me as they left, but unease lingered in the air like a storm that wasn’t quite finished.