Her scattered thoughts were obviously not where they should be.The woman glared at Emily. “Hello? Our dinners have arrived, and you never brought out our appetizer.”“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Emily stammered. “I’ll be right back with it.”Rushing into the kitchen, she let the cooks know she needed an order of mozzarella sticks on the fly. She made her way back to the table, apologized again, and let them know that it would be another few minutes. Trying to recover any possible chance of a tip, Emily offered to pay for their dessert. With that, the missing appetizer became a thing of the past as the woman smiled and accepted.Letting out a sigh of relief, Emily took a seat at the bar, thankful that they hadn’t complained…or so she thought.“Country,” Antonio said. “What just happened? Table sixteen told me you forgot their appetizer?”“Yes, I’m sorry. Roberto is taking care of it right now.”“Did you offer them dessert?”“I did.”“Are you okay?” he asked, placing a caring hand on her shoulder.
