Quincy patted the young man who had cut in line on the shoulder and said, "Hey, please wait your turn."

His tone was polite but firm. The young man, wearing a pair of flip-flops, turned around with a look of annoyance and snapped, "Mind your own business, man."

Lydia tugged on Quincy's sleeve, shaking her head. "Let it go. It's not worth getting into a fight over."

Quincy gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I've got this."

He then stepped in front of the young man, which made Lydia nervous. She gripped her phone tightly, ready to call the police if things got out of hand. The guy looked like trouble, and she wasn't sure Quincy could handle him. The young man, now in Quincy's shadow, looked up with irritation. "What now...?"

Before he could finish, Quincy cut him off with a voice that was still polite but carried an icy edge. "I suggest you watch your tone."

He glanced at Quincy and quickly stepped back to his place in line. Lydia, watching this unfold, was surprised. She had always thought of

her throat. "Nothing, just impressed by

satisfaction but kept his cool. "Alright, let's

and smacked her forehead. "You're

meal, Quincy wiped his mouth with a napkin, checked his watch, and said, "It's about time. We should head out." Lydia still had a few pastries left and looked up in surprise.

waste food, she quickly stuffed the remaining pastries into her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a hamster. After finishing, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, returning to her usual composed demeanor, as if she hadn't just

a laugh

the car drove further away from the city, Lydia glanced at Quincy.If I didn't know we were headed to a factory for a business meeting, I'd tou were

exasperation. "Do I look like a human trafficker

knows..." Lydia drawled, her

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