"I'm sorry Sir for disturbing the serenity of our establishment, but this poor and tattered-looking man thinks he can waltz in, with an air of arrogance into our restaurant and get away with it. Last I checked Sir, this is a reputable place for only the elites and he sure doesn't look nor dress like an elite to me Sir" Adam could feel the gaze of the man who he assumed to be the manager appraising him, he stole a glance at the man's face, the manager's expression was like that of someone who had sucked on an unripened lemon, his face was so sour. The manager neared him, standing at a mere 5"12, he tried to intimidate Adam, 'If only these people knew who he had become' Adam kept his thoughts to himself, there wasn't any need proving himself to these ones, they were hell-bent on judging this book by its covers. "Sir, you know that you cannot afford to buy a cheap meal for yourself, as such, you most definitely cannot afford to even buy a plate of our cheapest meal or even a glass o
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