by their food a minute later.

 

As they ate Rogers said, “Why is he a dick?” “He thinks way too much of

himself.” “But you hang out with him.” She shrugged. “We sort of got thrown

together. We’re sort of in business together.” “Really? I thought he had his own

company.” “He’s the head guy. But that doesn’t mean he actually runs it.”

“What’s the company?” “None of your business,” she snapped. “You’re right. It’s

not.” “Damn, hey, baby!” They looked up to see three large young men in jeans

and Tshirts standing next to their table. One of them said to Davis, “I know

you, sweet cheeks.” “I don’t think you do,” she said sharply and turned back to

her cup of coffee. “I know I do. A party couple weeks ago at a frat house at

East Carolina. We got it on. You telling me you forgot?” “I’m telling you I

don’t know you.” His face flushed and then creased in anger. “Is that right?

Shit, all you talked about was how big and hard I was. Screaming like a bitch.

You telling me you don’t remember that?! Your name’s Suzy, right?” She stared

back up at him. “Go away! I don’t know you.” “Look, you—” Rogers interjected,

“Just move on, guys, the lady’s not buying.” Now all three men turned their

attention to Rogers. The first one said, “Did I ask for your two cents, Gramps?”

“No, but I’m giving it anyway.” Their waitress, who had been watching all of

this, rushed over. “Look, we don’t want no trouble here. Just leave these folks

alone or I’ll have to call the cops.” The man turned, gripped her face with his

hand, and shoved her away. She staggered back, hit a table, and fell to the

floor. The lady working the cash register picked up the phone and punched in

911.