‘Girl?’ she said, having heard countless cute customers ask her about one of her countless cute colleagues. Perhaps just once someone could ask about her.
‘Yeh, the blond girl with the dog,’ he continued. ‘You know, over there out front just now, dropping her bag?’
Marianna’s raised eyebrow, tilted head and an essence of tumbleweed blowing through the place suggested no she hadn’t seen any pesky blond girl but he continued.
‘She dropped her shopping and then went to get her dog. You couldn’t miss her, little blue car?’
‘I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see any girl drop her shopping or any dog, sorry.’
There followed a short interlude of quiet in the air between Salvador and Marianna, which led to nothing further possible to say. She was confident she had fulfilled her role both as waitress an
