“Thank you for visiting us, Ma’am. How many guests are with you tonight? One or two,” she asked with an eager smile that exposed her pearly white dentures?
“Yes. I’m here for a reservation for two. Achim Jeffers. 8 PM.” The white lady looked down at a small note pad and shook her head before grabbing two menus. “Follow me please and I’ll get you seated, Ma’am.”
I took my seat and ordered a glass of ice water. Achim hadn’t arrived yet and was likely still on his way. Taking out my phone, I saw that I hadn’t missed any calls from him. Now all I could do was wait and hope those reoccurring thoughts of Daniel didn’t send me into an emotional tailspin. I tried to distract myself by watching the people around me. Rudely, I intruded upon an elderly white couple conversating at the table next to
