Abby
The lunchtime rush is finally easing up. Much unlike yesterday, it’s been a smooth day so far, and I feel relieved; but that’s exactly when it happens.
I’m scanning the restaurant floor, making sure everything is running smoothly, when I hear the crash. It’s a shocking mix of the sound of ceramic shattering, gasps, and the thud of a body hitting the floor, followed by a loud “Ow!”
My heart lurches into my throat as I rush over to see one of my waitresses, Sarah, sprawled on the ground amid a mess of broken dishes and spilled food.
“What happened?” I ask, my eyes darting around the room, locking onto a group of snickering teenagers at a nearby table.
“I saw it,” Karl says, striding past me. “Those little shits tripped her. Deliberately.”
In seconds, he’s at their
