On the late evening of the same Thursday, Jim was waiting for his dad while serving the customers. “He’s late today. He said he’ll be back in an hour, but he’s not here yet.”

Currently, Jim was serving at the table where Choi was sitting. Choi knew who he was, but Jim didn’t.

Choi looked at the lobster on the plate and said, “Why should I pay for this food?”

Jim blinked twice. “Pardon?”

“I’m asking why I should pay?” Choi asked again. He came here to just observe Jim as per Uzza’s orders, but h