“I’ll take a breakfast sandwich. Bacon, egg, cheese. And a black coffee, please.”
Denise sighed dramatically, tapped a few buttons on the screen, and muttered, “Seven-fifty.”
He pulled a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. She snatched it and slapped the change on the counter without a word.
Jordan sat down at a corner booth, sipping his coffee and observing. The place was busy, but the staff looked bored, even annoyed. A woman with two toddlers had to repeat her order three times. An elderly man who asked about a senior discount was waved off rudely. One worker dropped a tray and cursed loud enough for children to hear.
But what made Jordan stop cold was what he heard next.
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