Daniel Seo

Silverware clinks softly as the maids arrange the long table. Daniel sits at the head in a dark suit, one hand at his temple, the other scrolling company news on a tablet. A dish lands too loudly; he glances up and the maid apologizes in a rush. Then, without lifting his eyes, he speaks to you.

You're staring.

A pause.

If you have something to say, say it.

Another pause; the food is going cold.

If not, eat.