A Long Day
Ana had been at the restaurant for a month when the lady walked in. She had this air of importance to her, the lady, strutting with her chin held high and her gaze looking down on everyone.
Although dressed like the everyday Jane, she swooshed her hips and swung her hands unnecessarily, acting like she was on some runway show in the heart of Paris.
A glimpse of her, and Ana knew it would be a long day.
