Enough.
Jordan stood slowly, his sandwich untouched, and walked toward the counter.
Jordan Ellis stopped just a few steps away from the counter, his breakfast sandwich still untouched in his hand. The construction worker, stunned by Denise’s cold response, stepped back quietly and sat in the corner. The young cashier in the pink apron was now giggling again, scrolling through her phone, oblivious to the storm about to hit.
Jordan cleared his throat.
Neither woman looked up.
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