The kids had abandoned the crayons and were now climbing onto the booth seats, leaving sticky handprints on the glass divider. Karen glanced at them but didn’t seem concerned. Instead, she gestured impatiently for Stephanie, snapping, “Where are our drinks? Or do I have to wait all day?”
When Stephanie returned with the drinks, Karen lifted her glass as though she were inspecting a science experiment. “Is this actually clean? Or do you people just not care?” Her words dripped with contempt, and Stephanie’s face flushed with heat. Still, she kept her voice level, biting back a retort.