“Then watch where you’re going.”
“I didn’t see it.”
Ben set his fork down. Hard.
“He bumped an empty chair,” Ben said.
I put my hand over Ben’s before he could stand up.
“Liam handled it,” I said quietly.
The woman looked over at me. I noticed that her table was set for three. Two of the places were empty. There was a small gift bag with tissue paper sticking out sitting next to one of the empty plates.
“He shouldn’t be blocking the aisle,” she said.
I turned and looked behind Liam. There was plenty of room. Easily enough space for two servers to pass at the same time.
“He isn’t,” I said.
Her mouth tightened.
A young server was walking past with a tray of water glasses. The woman reached out and caught her by the arm.
“Excuse me. Can you do something about this setup?”
The server stopped. She was in her twenties, with a dark ponytail and a name tag that said ROSA.
She looked down the aisle. She looked at the space behind Liam’s chair. She looked at the distance between the tables.
“Everything meets the spacing requirements, ma’am,” Rosa said politely.
“So you’re just going to leave it like that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And Rosa walked away.
Ben leaned close to me. His voice was very low and very tight.
“She asked them to move us.”
“I heard.”
“Why aren’t you saying something, Ella? Should I?”
“Because Liam already spoke for himself,” I whispered. “And the server answered her. It’s handled.”
Across the table, Liam picked his fork back up. He looked at us.
“Can I finish my joke now?”
I smiled at him.
“You’d better. We’ve suffered through half of it already.”
He took a big breath.
“Okay. So the fish says to the waiter—”
Behind us, a chair scraped hard across the floor.
Liam stopped talking.
The woman marched over to our table.
She stood right next to Liam. And she pointed straight down at his wheelchair.
“Move him somewhere else,” she said. “It’s ruining everyone’s meal.”
The whole dining room went silent.
Not quiet. Silent.
The clink of silverware stopped. The low hum of conversation stopped. A man two tables over froze with his wine glass halfway to his mouth.
I stared at her.
“Say that again,” I said.
