A man at the next table glanced over once. He looked like a local contractor. He tried not to stare. Then he failed and stared again, probably because of the car outside.
Hana caught it and kept her voice low. "If someone asks for a picture, what will you do."
"Say no."
"You will say no in a way that makes them want to fight you," Hana said.
Timothy looked at her. "What do you want me to do."
"Smile," she said. "Once. Like a human."
He exhaled through his nose. "You want me to lie."
Hana laughed and shook her head. "Just do not treat people like they are a problem."
They finished and walked out. The man from the next table came outside at the same time. He approached, careful, not aggressive.
"Sir," he said, nodding. "Nice car."
Timothy nodded back. "Thanks."
The man hesitated. "Is it yours?"
Timothy looked at the man, then at Hana.
Hana gave him a look that said do not.
Timothy answered anyway. "No. Borrowed."
The man chuckled. "Borrowed Ferrari. Must be nice."
