An Altercation
Cheri’s tone of voice was frigid as she confronted the young woman. “Are you Jenna?” she asked. The waitress nodded nervously, paling as if she recognized Cheri. “Um, yes, I am,” she stammered. “Can I help you?”
Cheri took another step towards the window, her tone shifting to one of accusation. “I came across a receipt from this Starbucks in my husband’s pocket. You were the one to serve him.”