A server clad in black slacks and a white V-neck t-shirt approached her table as she sat. Juliette couldn't care less about her unwelcoming smile.
“Are you ready to place your order?” The lady, whose name was written on the white nametag that said Grace, inquired while chewing gum.
Grace's uninterested demeanor was exacerbating her mental state.
Juliette shook her head and fixed her gaze on the woman. She couldn't figure out why the woman worked there if she was dissatisfied with her career.
Behind Grace’s frame, she saw the door opened and closed. And the person who came through the entrance made her shudder. When Their eyes met, she felt a surge of rage inside her. Wondering why he chose that particular restaurant for lunch out of all his options.
At that time, her phone vibra
