8
Heather
Present day
Security was preparing to drag a drunk out of Manny’s two days later.
He was kicking and screaming. The cops had just arrived, their blue and red lights circling through the window. Brandon was arguing with the guy, trying to talk sense into him, ignoring the bottle of whiskey he’d brought in. But that wasn’t all.
A couple had started fighting at table three.
We all saw it happening. They came in every Saturday, but even I didn’t know why. The girl was pissed every single time, her arms crossed over her chest. The guy looked beaten down, his shoulders hunched. And though they were the same height, he seemed bent over, permanently.
Tonight, it seemed she’d had enough. She flung her breadstick to her plate, shoving away from the table. As she got up, her chair fe
