What’s Going On?
Unfortunately, she spoke in Spanish, and Jenna couldn’t understand a word of what she’d said. “I said, leave us alone.” The man glared, and she nodded, slowly walking off despite not wanting to. She spotted her manager, who was watching from afar and made her way toward him.
She felt bad. Was she wrong about everything, and was the old lady actually irritated with her? Maybe she had a disorder about going out in public?