Carolyn’s Point of View
I walked over to the table, trying to project a confidence that I wasn’t even sure I’d ever had. The tray shook as I weaved my way through the other tables. My eyes stayed focused ahead though, trying to get a read on the guys at the table. Jess had basically called them highly troublesome. We were a diner open late into the evening hours, so troublesome wasn’t exactly unfamiliar territory for us. It was, however, unusual for Jess to point it out. If Jess was the one saying it, then I knew these two must be especially bad.
My eyes moved up to land on the girl between them, thinking to myself that I might be wrong about my initial judgements. What if she was the real menace here? I watched the way she reached out a hand to each of the boys, acting like she was the
