As we walked toward the brightly lit pho restaurant, two Asian guys outside said, “It’s closed.”
“Oh ok,” I said.
My sister and I looked toward each other. Pausing and thinking of where we would go. We started to retreat back to the car.
Then one of the guys said, “Oh, it’s not.”
My sister and I stopped, confused.
The other guy chimed in, “We were only joking. You know, just kidding!”
“Oh,” we said and went inside the restaurant. It turned out later they were our servers.