There was a  chalkboard sign outside the Vietnamese restaurant. Andrew liked restaurants with these signs. Hand-drawn messages. Cursive letters sometimes. Drawings sometimes. They affected him different than electronic signs or those god awful TV screens that displayed horrible stock images. He hated those.

The message outside the Viet restaurant read "Have...

He went to pay for his discounted meal but was surprised. On the house, the owner said, his eyes closed, head down in a slight bow. He had even had a Vietnamese coffee after his meal. Why were they not making him pay.

"Please, let me pay."

"No it is okay. You...