Candice gazed at the terrified woman.
She must be scared out of her mind wondering why she had come.
She had no bad intentions, she was just experiencing PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). Re-living her past experience, which was no fault of hers, in fact, Sally had tried to help her that day.
"Hi Sally, good to see you again," She parted her lips in a smile and extended her hand for a handshake.
The woman just stared at her hand, too mortified to speak.
"Relax, I haven't come to cause trouble," Candice urged.
Feeling somewhat relieved, Sally gave a curt bow and led them to an unoccupied table at the side. She hastened away once they had taken their seat, leaving a copy of the menu on the table for their perusal.
"Why did she bow to us?" Candice whispered to Everette when they h
