I didn't waste a second and followed Ethan, who took my hand to propel me. Tossing the poor waitress into the air, the couple had risen at the same moment I had, and it was now very clear that they were chasing us.
Ethan pushed open the double kitchen door, and we entered to the bewildered gaze of two chefs who were just finishing packing our enormous order of twenty dishes.
As we passed by them, Ethan took the plastic bags containing the food and, with astonishing speed, even had time to take out the money and leave it on the kitchen table.
'There's enough even to cover the damages and inconveniences,' he shouted as we rushed towards the back door, which Ethan opened with his shoulder.
We emerged into an alley similar to the one I had taken the night I had to flee from a restaurant
