Inside, the diners exchanged looks, some chuckling softly, a few raising their coffee cups in quiet solidarity with Stephanie. She felt a deep satisfaction settling in her chest, knowing Karen was finally tasting a slice of humble pie. She hadn’t finished her job yet, but this was a good start.
Through the window, Stephanie watched as Karen’s tirade continued, the bus driver’s face a mix of shock and exasperation. Karen’s gestures were wild, her face flushed, her voice audible even inside the diner. Stephanie’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile, knowing Karen’s comeuppance was only beginning.