Jenny POV:
I served the customer her food and headed back to the kitchen, the aroma of sizzling meat and fresh herbs enveloping me like a warm hug. That's when I saw it - my perfume on the counter, sparkling like a forgotten treasure. I wondered, had I left it there, or had it been placed there by chance? Either way, I slipped it into my pocket, feeling the smooth glass vial against my fingertips.
Just then, Judy approached me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jenny, a woman is waiting for you outside. She asked for you by name."
My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who it could be. "Did she tell you her name?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.
"Yes, it's Mrs. Luis," Judy replied, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.
I repeated the name, trying to place it, but it remained a mystery. I excused myself and stepped outside, into the warm sunlight.