He sipped his coffee. He wanted to speak to the redhead two tables away, but worried about his motives. He worried that she, others, might perceive them as ulterior, as base, as self-serving. He worried that she, they, might be right.
He thought to take advice, called the waitress over, asked her. She summoned colleagues, beckoned over the manager. They discussed, debated, brought in a customer just about to leave, another just arriving. An off-duty nurse joined in. Small screens were accessed, search engines consulted. Brows were furrowed, ears tugged, hands waved.
The redhead turned a page, sipped her coffee.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 708 word challenge found here.