Leo was standing a few feet away by the oak trees, holding the folded cloth napkin he’d brought over to help me.

He was nervously wiping his palms on his white apron.

Ethan got up and turned to face the young man.

“Look, you were standing right over here,” Ethan said.

Leo swallowed hard and looked down at the ground.

“Did my mother threaten anybody here today?” Ethan asked.

Vanessa took a quick step toward the young server.

“He doesn’t know anything, right?” she said.