Stephanie moved between tables, calm but alert. She could feel the challenging shift ahead, but six years in this business had prepared her for crowds like these—no matter how cranky they were. Just as Stephanie was setting down menus at a table, the door swung open with a loud bang.
The door slammed open, and in walked the woman. Stephanie’s eyes narrowed; she could spot the tell-tale signs of a “Karen” a mile away. The loud entrance, the disdainful sweep of her gaze, the immediate arched-brow disapproval—Stephanie’s six years here told her this one was trouble.