Teen Banned By Waitress, Has No Idea Who She’s Dealing With
The Rules
The waitress was getting annoyed. “It’s not you,” Sarah sighed, glancing down at the cap on Charlie’s head. “It’s… what you’re wearing.”
Mr. Redd wasn’t going to have it and started speaking loudly. “Is there a problem here?” A voice called from behind them.
They turned to see a middle-aged man in a crisp shirt and tie approaching. His nametag read David—Manager.