She didn't walk, but sashayed into the room. She seemed winded and her cheeks were flushed with excitement? cold? The silvery white curls adorned her head like a crown. She was positively regal.
I admired from afar as she flitted around getting situated. Her contagious smile seemed to brighten even the gloomiest of spirits. It was clear that they loved her as they called her by name, "Barb!".
Somewhere along the line she had gone from being their waitress to being their friend.
Ya had me with a hard wonder in just a few lines. I used to love going places with my grandparents as my grandma would always know the staff like they were family.
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