I brought her water and smiled. “Welcome, ma’am. What can I get you today?”
She didn’t look at me. Just kept talking into her phone. “Hey everyone, it’s Sabrina. I’m at this cute little vintage diner. We’ll see about the service.”
She finally glanced up. “Chicken Caesar salad. No croutons. Extra dressing. And make sure the chicken is warm but not hot. I don’t want to burn my mouth on camera.”
I wrote it down. “Anything to drink besides water?”
“Iced tea. But only if it’s sweet. If it’s fake sugar, I don’t want it.”
“We make it fresh,” I said. “You’ll love it.”
She was already back to her phone.
When I brought the tea, she took one sip and made a face for her audience. “Y’all, this tea is lukewarm. Like, did they even try?”
It wasn’t. I’d just poured it. But I smiled anyway. “Would you like a fresh glass?”
“Yes. And tell them to actually put ice in it this time.”
There had been ice.
When I brought her food, she was livestreaming again. “Okay, let’s see if this is worth the wait.” She poked at the salad. “This chicken looks dry. Where’s my extra dressing?”
“It’s on the side, ma’am.”
She stared at the cup like it personally offended her. “This is extra?”
“Would you like more?”
“Obviously.”
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