“Of course. Do you think you can walk out of here?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
When Ebony tried to stand, Xavier came over, put a comforting hand around her waist and then guided her out of the washroom. Ignoring the shameless whispers and curious stares of the other patrons, they made their way to the front of the restaurant. People could be so nosy, he thought, noticing Paradise and her band of equally chubby friends eyeing them. Doesn’t anybody mind their own business anymore?
Xavier stopped at the register to settle their bill, but the white-haired manager took one look at Ebony and said, “The meal’s on the house.”
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