Chapter １８

Of course, she avoided his table, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed seeing her move around and do her thing. Her grin brightened the room, and she could see the customers loved the personal touch. He felt pride as he watched her work and cared for her people - not only the customers, but also her employees. Nothing was too much for her, whether it was assisting a timid young server carrying a tray of water glasses or the bus boy emptying dishes. This was a lady who knew how to work and was proud of her job.

Carl grimaced as Ellen approached a particularly boisterous group of men eaters about two seats away - most likely college students. He didn't like how the young guys stared at Ellen, as if they were undressing her with their glance, their attention lingering too long on her cleavage and ass whenever she went by. His acute hearing blocked out the background noise and concentrated on what they were saying.