“This okay?” Andrew asked. The man answered again. “Perfect.” The girls slid in across from each other. The man sat beside the girl in red, boxing her in. “I’ll get you started with water?” Andrew offered. “Yes, thank you,” the man replied. “We’ll look over the menu.”
Andrew nodded and walked away, though something about the setup didn’t sit quite right with him. He’d served families before. Dads and daughters, uncles and nieces—but this felt… off. The girls looked too stiff. Too tense. And why didn’t they say a word?