He kicked the plate of her food and started humiliating her right in her favorite cafe, laughing and showing his power. The customers stayed silent. The staff was afraid to step in. The guys were sure they could get away with it, but they had no idea who was sitting at that table.
The night had settled into the city with the kind of quiet that only came late, when the rush of the day had drained away, and the streets belonged to those who moved through them without urgency. Rhonda left the gym with the slow, measured steps of someone who knew her body well enough to listen to it.
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