Joyce walked over to where Crystal and Nathan were seated. She looked over the table and out their window and then at Crystal. "Well, well, well," she said. "Since when can just anyone get a table at Air Cosme?" She turned to the manager, "I want this table. You can ask them to leave. I will pay double for everything I ordered.
The manager sighed and said, "I'm afraid that is not the way we operate here. As long as Mr. Davis is here, this is his table."
"No," Joyce whined. "I want this table!"
She stomped her feet." I want it! "I want it! I want it!
Suddenly, Carlos grabbed Joyce's arm. His face was red, "Let's eat somewhere else," he said. "You're causing a scene, and it's embarrassing."
Joyce turned to Carlos and said, "Shut up." Then she sat down in the empty chair next to Crystal. She looked across the table at Nathan. "Hello, Mr. Davis. Since we are all acquaintances, do you mind if we share a table?"
