Lisa Takes the Heat

Control might be their game, but Lisa didn’t come to play. Her easy smile contrasted sharply with their growing irritation. The couple exchanged a glance, clearly annoyed it wasn’t me standing before them. The woman didn’t waste time. “We want our waitress,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing as if daring Lisa to challenge her. But Lisa didn’t flinch.

Instead, she stood her ground, her calm demeanor a quiet defiance. It was clear—their rudeness wasn’t about service or speed. The couple thrived on control, and Lisa’s refusal to bow shook their footing. She’d turned the table on them, and watching her hold her ground was nothing short of inspiring.