Dreaming in Digital

I was at work in the restaurant preparing to do my clean up routine when a customer came and sat down at one of our tables. He was kind and patient. He ordered a rice plate and I offered chicken rice, which he accepted. When I told the Grams in the back kitchen, she became angry because she was saving the rice for someone, but the Gramps whispered to me to agree with her, and he'd secretly cook some for our customer.