Lobster.
Several cocktails.
And a bottle of Bordeaux we kept in the locked wine cabinet.
By the time they turned down dessert, their total came to $407.63.
“Could we have the check?” the man asked.
He looked at his phone again.
I placed the leather folder beside him and walked away to deliver drinks to another table.
I was gone maybe three minutes.
When I came back, the booth was empty.
So was the payment tray.
At first, I assumed they had stepped outside.
Then I checked the restrooms.