There were shrieks and shouts — he jumped up, clutching his face, and the smell of spices and heat spread through the hall. People froze, then someone snickered. I straightened up, gathered my pride, and, looking down at him, said coldly:
“The gentleman will pay for everything.”
Then I lifted my chin and walked out of the restaurant slowly and confidently, leaving him in his wet suit under the laughter and astonished looks of the guests.
