#Chapter 79: Mean Spirited

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 table, his face dark with anger. “You think that was funny? Get up.” “It was an accident!” one of the kids says, feigning innocence. But it’s clear that he’s full of shit. They all