Finally, one of the truckers started clapping. The couple joined in. Soon the whole place was applauding—not for the director, but for the waitress who’d done what felt right when no one important was watching.
Sarah felt her face burn red, but she smiled anyway.
Outside, Thomas Riverside walked to his car parked down the block, started the engine, and sat for a minute letting it warm up. He took another bite of the burger Sarah had given him.
Best meal he’d had in years.