Two men came into our small café, ordered a big meal and drinks, and seemed to be pleasant enough.

But as it was time to pay, they quietly slipped out the door.

My coworker, Mia, stared at the bill—several hundred dollars—with tears in her eyes.

She was a single mom working two jobs, and every cent mattered to her.

When I saw her so upset, I couldn’t just stand there.

Without thinking, I ran outside into the freezing night, no jacket on, my breath coming out in white clouds.

Down the street, I spotted them.“You didn’t pay!”

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