Abby
“Should we head back to the table?”
Karl nods his head toward the table where Gianna and Ethan are still sitting. I follow his gaze, taking a moment to watch as Gianna leans over and whispers something into Ethan’s ear. I don’t want to go back, but I know it’s the polite thing to do.
“Sure,” I respond with a nod of my head.
However, just as we’re about to head back, there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Daisy standing there.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she says, “but you’re needed back in the kitchen. Another rush is coming in.”
“Okay, Daisy,” I reply with a stiff smile. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll be back soon.”
Daisy gives me a nod and scurries away, but not before her eyes flicker back and forth between Karl and me for a moment, a conspiratorial look in her gaze.
