Hannah thanked the waitress as the soup she had ordered was placed in front of her before picking up a spoon and taking a bite. It was good, not near the perfection she thought the chefs at Bella’s Pockets created, but then again she might be a bit biased. It was when she reached for the salt and pepper shakers that she noticed Sally Anne attempting to catch her attention.
“Sally Anne, hello,” greeted Hannah with a bright and slightly forced smile before sobering slightly. It was harder to forget about what had happened to her when face to face with someone who had been right there with her. “How are you?”