"Where is she?" Denny asked. He stepped out of his booth and looked at the hallway where she would be walking on her way back to the booth from the bar counter. He saw a group of people in the hallway, a few doors from his booth. Then he heard a woman's voice. Denny was about to turn around and get back on his seat when he saw someone in a purple dress dusting her hands as she tried to get up from the floor. He started to step forward. Now that two pairs of men and women went to walk ahead, the view became cleared for Denny to see.
"How dare you ruin my shoes! I will tell the manager, and you will pay for this!"
Trisha carefully moved from her spot to avoid the shred of broken glasses around her as she got up. Fixing her dress hem that had run up her thighs, she answered calmly.
"Yeah,
