Table for Two, Drama for Everyone
As soon as the food was ready, I dashed, not wanting to hear any more quips from the rude couple. I set their plates down carefully, already bracing for impact. True to form, the criticism came fast and sharp, cutting through the café’s hum like jagged glass.
Every dish was dissected, as they repeatedly sent plates back with exaggerated expressions of disgust perfect for a Broadway show. As I cleared yet another untouched plate, a thought crept into my mind. Had I wronged them somewhere? Were they taking out a grudge I had forgotten about? It was a slow and deliberate attempt to tear me down, one dish at a time.