“I,” she began, but the woman raised her finger to stop her. “I don’t care. Do you have anything gluten-free here?” she asked.
“Umm, yes,” Ana answered quickly, taken aback by the rude response. The woman’s nose crinkled, and her lips curved into a sneer.
She was still eyeballing Ana’s blouse. Ana should’ve taken that as a sign to ask another server to take her place. She didn’t.