“Hey! What’s the meaning of this? I paid for an hour!” a man in a cheap suit shouted. He was already standing, arms thrown up in the air in clear frustration. A dramatic hush fell over the small cafe, every head lifting to catch the scene. Beth sighed inwardly and brought up the window on her computer, already knowing what she would find. Yep, it was exactly what she’d guessed. “It’s been an hour,” she stated. Seriously, she was always perplexed when the customers complained and thought they’d been short-changed on time or something. Especially when there was a digital clock counting down in the corner of their screens. It wasn’t as though they were caught off guard before the screen went dark. But it looked like this particular man had more beef on his plate because he didn’t sit dow

