When the last course arrived, Ben turned to the diners.
“From tonight, we’ll have a Golden Table here every Friday—a table set aside for anyone in need. Paid for by the house, supported by those who wish to contribute. No questions asked.”
A murmur of approval spread. Waiters placed small cards on each table. Guests began signing their names, pledging to sponsor meals, drinks, even rides to and from the restaurant.
Charlotte watched, eyes glistening. “You remembered,” she said.
“How could I forget?” Ben replied.
