"Oh!” I pressed my lips int a flat line, preparing myself for the disgusted reaction. However, she looked more intrigued than anything. “How can I help you, Miss Fitzgerald?"
Scarlett extended a well-manicured hand toward me, and I hesitantly shook it. Her grip was firm, her palm cool against mine.
"Please, call me Scarlett," she insisted, her tone warm and inviting. "I hope I'm not intruding, but I've heard some things about you, and I was hoping we could talk."
My mind raced with questions, but I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity with this woman. "Of course, Scarlett," I replied, my voice more composed.
She smiled brightly. "Excellent! Whenever you’re done."
“I’m on break now. We can sit in one of those booths over there,” I told her, pointing to the seating area
