“Serve Us, B*tch!” Thugs Har-assed a Waitress — Then 5 Bikers Walked Into the Diner
Chapter 4
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She didn't answer.The bearded man slammed his palm against the table. "Don't you dare say anything!"Jack looked back at him. There it was. The line had been crossed. Jack's voice remained quiet. "That's enough."The man stepped out of the booth. "You think your leather vest scares me?"Jack shook his head. "No.""Then why are you acting tough?""I'm not." Jack stepped closer. "I'm giving you an opportunity to leave before this gets worse."The man laughed. "You're telling us to leave?""Yes.""This is our town."Jack smiled. "Funny.""What?""I've lived here 30 years." The man paused. Jack continued: "And I've never heard of you."One of Jack's friends chuckled. The younger men at the booth looked uncomfortable now.The bearded man pointed at Jack. "You better watch yourself, old man."Jack looked at the finger, then at the man's face. "You should take your own advice."For several seconds, nobody moved.Then Maya spoke: "Please."Everyone looked at her. She swallowed. "I don't want anyone fighting in here."Jack's expression softened. "Fair enough." He turned toward the man. "You heard her."The bearded man looked around. He seemed embarrassed that the waitress was the one who had stopped the confrontation. He reached into his pocket and threw several bills onto the table."We're leaving."Jack stepped aside. "Good choice."The men walked toward the door. But when the bearded man passed Maya, he stopped. He leaned toward her: "This isn't over."Jack's voice came from behind him: "Yes, it is."The man turned. Jack was standing only a few feet away."You walk out that door, and you forget her name."The man stared at him. Jack's expression was completely serious."Understand?"The man said nothing. Then he walked out. The other three followed. The door slammed.The diner remained silent. Maya stood frozen. Outside, the four men climbed into a dark pickup truck and drove away.Jack watched the truck disappear into the rain. Then he returned to the counter."You okay?"Maya nodded, then shook her head, then laughed nervously. "I don't even know."Jack pulled out a chair. "Sit down.""I have customers."Jack smiled. "We're customers."For the first time that night, Maya smiled genuinely. She brought them coffee. As she served the bikers, Jack noticed a small photograph tucked beside the cash register. It showed Maya standing beside an older man."Your father?"Maya looked at the picture. "My grandfather.""He raised you?"She nodded. "He owned this diner before Mr. Harris."Jack looked around. "That's why you stay.""Partly.""What happened to him?"Maya's smile faded. "He passed away last year."Jack nodded respectfully. "I am sorry."