The manager, spotting the play acting, comes out from the back and interrupts them bumping their hips together. He is short and overweight with black greasy hair. By his skin tone he looks to be of Mediterranean descent but his accent is as native as anyone else around here. He shouts at the two girls: What are you two doing? I said no messing around!
Then looks at Julie, flicking his eyes between her pink lips and her chest like he’d never seen a woman before. He barks at her, like a dog: You, out the back and wash the salad trays.
Then takes her position at the cash register before shouting “next please” while looking Sarah up and down as she leans forward over the counter.
The crying was growing louder