Can you tell me why you're crying?"
I shook my head and smiled at her, and it was a good thing I wiped my tears away.
"I suppose they're happy tears."
"I said, laughing a little." He convinced me to take a seat at the table where he had previously sat. He took the seat in front of me again.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee, juice, or whatever you want?"
"Of course, I'm open to everything."
I was no longer unusual when he offered it to me. He summoned one of his employees, who approached us right away.
"Hey, Erica," I say.
"Yes, ma'am Clara? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Give him our menus so he may pick and choose."
Mrs. Clara gestured to me, and Erica locked her gaze on me.
"Yes, ma'am, just wait a moment."
We watched Erica walk away to fetch the menu, and when we couldn't find it, Mrs. Clara glanced at me, and I didn't know what to do because I was still nervous around her.
