Recognition In Passing
Amidst the onlookers stood a passerby who recognized me. She raised an eyebrow, clearly aware of my role in the restaurant.
Without stopping, she continued on her way, choosing not to interfere. Her subtle nod spoke volumes, though—she knew the truth.
Yet, for now, she remained part of the silent majority. In that brief interaction, I found a sliver of understanding and support, even if it was just a passing moment.