With a tight smile, Stephanie nodded, saying, “I’ll have the kitchen remake it for you.” But as she turned to go, Karen added, “Honestly, maybe they should hire people who actually know what they’re doing. Or is that too much to ask in a place like this?” Stephanie’s grip on the tray tightened.
Stephanie set down the freshly plated dish, only for Karen to eye it with a sneer. “Are you even smart enough to know what cooked means?” Karen scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. “Or is that asking too much from a small-town waitress?” The insult hit hard, fraying Stephanie’s last shreds of patience.