Mark had been preoccupied all day, focusing on something else. He'd bumped into a table, dropped a tray of food in the kitchen... But nobody really blamed him. He tried to focus on his work, but it just kept looming over his head.
It would have been easier if he didn't know his mother was upstairs crying, either.
He settled behind the counter, finally banished to being a cashier/host when he'd nearly knocked a table over. His mind drifted off, then was yanked back to reality when his cellphone rang.
"Wei, Golden Phoenix Restaurant, how can I - Damn, I'm sorry. Hello?"