"Good morning," Angela greeted as she hid behind the newspaper in her hands.
Herman had just walked out to the patio whereon hotel guests dined. It was bright and early and the morning sun illuminated the place as Herman staggered to the table. He pulled a chair and gently planted himself on it. It was as if he was hungover while his red eyes suggested either he had allergies or he had been crying.
"Morning," he labored underneath his breath.
Angela continued with her newspaper. She intended to avoid as much as him as possible but knew sooner rather than later she would have to face him. He was going to be a bridge she would cross when needed. Right now all she needed was breakfast and the gentleman that waited on her had taken her order and promised to deliver.
Herman raised his hand to signal the desire for service and got an acknowledging nod.
"You came out here a long time ago?" he asked.
"About fifteen minutes ago," Angela responded.
