"Alice." Bella seems distressed. "Could you attend table 5 for me? I'll switch with the 8 if you want."
I agree and don't ask anything. It's not my place to do so.
When I see the handsome man with green eyes, I know without a doubt that he's her son's father.
The way he's dressed, his watch, even his cologne are signs of his wealth.
While Bella struggles to make little money.
"Maybe she should talk to him." You witness and know everything.
You always used to be right. You still are.