Fiona ignored me. She crouched down and helped Job off the floor, then unwound the silk scarf from her neck to wrap around his bleeding hand.
That scarf. I'd given it to her for her birthday. Her name was embroidered on it in thread I'd stitched myself.
Now those two letters were soaking through with Job's blood.
"We're leaving."
She draped her arm around Job's shoulder and walked out without looking back.
The rest of the group scrambled for excuses and scattered just as fast, practically tripping over each other on the way out.
The private dining room fell silent. Just me and the wreckage.
A waiter knocked and poked his head in. "Sir, would you like to settle the bill?"
I fished a card out of my wallet. "Go ahead."
He swiped it and frowned. "I'm sorry, sir. This card has insufficient funds."
I handed him another. Same result.
Seven cards. Every single one declined.
Fiona had frozen all of them.
The waiter stood there watching me. "Sir, do you have any other way to pay?"
I tried calling my buddy, but he didn't pick up. Didn't answer my texts either.
The two of us just stood there in painful silence.
"I'll pay. I promise you, I'll pay."