Ladybird
Anny sat alone in the restaurant amidst the chatter and chinking sounds of tableware made by other customers, wondering how she was going to pay for her expensive dinner upon realizing that her purse was missing. "I had my purse when the driver dropped me here" She thought to herself. It felt like a bad joke. The waiter was walking in Anny's direction even though she hadn't waved to him. She could see the bill in his hand. The closer the waiter got, the faster Anny's heart raised. She knew why he was coming to her even though she wasn't done with her meal. Anny had made it clear to the manager that she always wanted to be made a priority whenever she stepped into the restaurant but she prayed for ones to be ignored while she reminisced on what might have happened to her purse. Anny searched her bag in hopes that she might have missed the purse the first time. She raised her head and was pleased t...