I walked over and offered them a menu and took their drink order. Normally, I’d rather it be a table full of guys. That meant bigger tips. Today, with Miller in the building, the two women sitting at the table were my safety net. For the first few days after my fight with Miller, he’d been at the bar, working in his office. Every once in a while I caught him watching me. Then came a suspicious pattern. If a guy’s eyes lingered too long or their fingers got too close, I noticed they’d finish their drink and make a hasty retreat not too long afterward.Miller.At first it pissed me off because even though each one left a pretty good tip, I had to wonder what they might have left had they stayed to drink some more. The asshole thought he had a right to control the people at my tables. By the third day, I noticed that only couples were seated at my tables. It frustrated the hell out of me, but I was still making more money than I had been at the boutique, and causing an argument might jeopardize that.
