Observant Woman
Even as she held the paper in her hands, the words echoed in her mind. The note had said something simple yet powerful—something only a very observant person could have written. Jackie looked around and caught the waitress watching from across the room.
Earlier, the waitress had noticed their noisy table, the crying baby, and Jackie’s flustered state. She seemed to truly see them—not just serve them. She had smiled when they arrived, but now her expression held something softer: a kind of understanding that felt strangely comforting.
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