Karen’s face flushed a deep crimson, and she snatched the card back, fumbling with her phone. She glanced at Stephanie with a glare that could melt steel. “Just a moment,” she snapped, pressing her phone to her ear. “Babe, you need to transfer money—now.”
Still on the phone, Karen stormed out of the diner, leaving the patrons to watch, bemused. Outside, she made a beeline for the bus driver, who stood by the bus looking bewildered. “This is all your fault!” Karen barked, waving her phone. “I’ve been subjected to this whole dump because of you!”