His Choice Wasn't Me
Crystal L.Cbefore her eyeswhen she pulls away
he said, his tone playful but also genuinely proud.
Across the room, near the service corner where the lighting was dimmer and the noise of the kitchen created a buffer of privacy, two waitresses had paused longer than necessary.
One leaned slightly towards the other, lowering her voice to a whisper that barely carried above the ambient sound.
"Isn't that Ms. Williams, CEO of Transcorp?" the first waitress asked, her eyes darting back toward Sarah with a mixture of recognition and curiosity.