ward her, his faded blue eyes filled with disbelief.
"What about you?" he rasped, his voice trembling.
"Don't worry about me," Clara replied gently, placing the plate into his cold hands.
Chapter II: The Heartless Manager
The old man took a grateful bite of the warm sandwich, a tear cutting through the dirt on his cheek.
SLAM.
The heavy front door of the bistro burst open, crashing against the exterior frame.
Marching out with an enraged scowl was Richard Vance, the franchise general manager. Dressed in a tailored charcoal waistcoat, white shirt, and silk burgundy tie, Richard glared down at the bench with pure venom.
"We don't feed people outside!" Richard barked, stepping aggressively between Clara and the street.
Clara stood up to face him, her voice calm and resolute: "Then I'll pay for it out of my own tips, Mr. Vance."