Pulling up to the entrance, he rolled down his window and waved to the valet standing by, hoping to get some help parking. However, the young man glanced at the car, his face twisting in disdain.
Without a word, the valet turned his back and moved on to the next car in line—a sleek, shiny sports car that had just arrived. Patrick’s face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. It wasn’t like he could afford to tip anyway, but it still stung to be dismissed so easily.