Alex arrived at Heaven Divine just as he and Cynthia had agreed to meet there. He made his way inside and entered the restaurant.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw a server—one of the restaurant’s employees—carrying a tray of food. The man was bleeding heavily from his nose and struggling to stay on his feet.
“Hey, you’re bleeding,” Alex said, stopping him.
The server looked hurried. “Yes, I know, but I have to deliver this—it’s for a VIP,” he said, gasping for breath. Hearing the man’s uneven heartbeat, Alex could tell that if he didn’t rest soon, he would collapse.
“You can’t go on like this,” Alex said.
“But if I don’t make this delivery, I might get sacked,” the man replied, clearly distressed. Alex could see that even though the man was close to collapsing, he still wanted to cont
