“Whatever you do, don’t open the door.” he shouted.
“I wont.”
“Don’t even go near it, they’ll see you.”
This was his worst nightmare. There were dozens of them, they were peering in the windows & banging on the door.
They didn’t see him, they couldn’t have, he never went near the window.
Then he did something stupid, he walked where he shouldn’t have walked, he strolled right into there field of vision.
“Crap.” he exclaimed.
He saw them, and they saw him, the banging continued, he didn’t dare make eye contact.
He pretended not to see them, if he didn’t see them then they weren’t there. And if they weren’t there he could be happy, living in blissful ignorance, at least for a few minutes.
He knew he didn’t have much time left, soon they would get in. And that would be it, the end.
He had less than five minutes.
He knew what was coming.
It was time to face his destiny.
He walked to the door, ignoring all of them as they peered in the window.
He slowly opened it,
“Good evening welcome to Vincent’s Steak House.”