An Unfriendly Greeting
The soldier started on his way, his duffle bag still in the car’s trunk. He quickly walked to the restaurant’s fancy glass front doors. He was greeted by a smartly dressed concierge.
Griff spoke to the man politely, with a smile to lighten the mood. But the concierge gave him a judgmental once-over, a pained scowl on his face as he started talking.