Third Person's POV
Dwight clearly saw that she was noticeably more distant toward him now than she had been before.
That aloofness wasn't intentional coldness; it was a subtle, invisible boundary—she wouldn't cross it, and she didn't want him crossing it either.
He instinctively blamed it on the awkward encounter at the racetrack. Seeing her leave, he simply nodded and didn't try to stop her.
As Melanie walked away, Elmer came out with his plate. He glanced at the people at her former table. "Who was that?"
When he waved earlier, Dwight's back was to him.
From a distance, he just saw the broad-shouldered back of a man and a child sitting next to him. He assumed they were just random guests sharing a table.
But seeing Melanie go over and talk to them, they couldn't be total strangers
