“Oh, um…I don’t think so,” you say.
The waiter looks nervous, “I’m sorry. I’d love to let you stay, but unfortunately we don’t allow people to sit without ordering something. Even a coffee . . .?” he trails off, clearly uncomfortable kicking you out.
You get up and move to the door. The waiter watches you go. As you enter the flow of people on the sidewalk, you notice a young man in a black hoodie. He’s staring at you from across the crowded street. Alarm bells sound in your head. He looks both ways, moving to cross the street to you. Do you wait?