She returned with crayons, watching Karen’s kids immediately start tossing them across the table and marking up the tablecloth. The mother didn’t seem to notice—or care. She was still on the phone, complaining about the “dingy atmosphere” loud enough for nearby diners to hear. Stephanie’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing.
Karen finally glanced at the menu, her face twisting in disgust. “What kind of place doesn’t have organic options?” she muttered, looking up at Stephanie with a sneer. “This menu is pathetic. Honestly.” Stephanie felt a pang in her chest, but she kept her smile steady, offering polite suggestions.