The manager's disdainful look turned into a respectful one.
Finally, the manager promised that he would look into the incident tonight and clear Elias' name. I achieved my goal, patted the non-existent dust on my clothes, and turned around to go back to the box.
Elias followed.
"Why do you believe me?" He asked.
Wasn't that a knowing question?
I turned around and stared him in the eye as I asked him, "Did you steal the things?"
"No."
"Then it's okay." I shrugged.
"It's okay?" He frowned, "That's it?"
I raised an eyebrow, "Or what do you want?"
"Actually, I did put some things into my bag, but they were snacks that the guests hadn't even touched." He pressed his lips together and then continued, "There was a birthday party in the next room today. There were a lot of snacks left over and the guests told me I could take them away."
He had the rare patience to explain to me.
"What do you need these snacks for?" I wondered.
"For the kids."