Greta
*The clatter of shattering glass and the gasp of surrounding patrons fill the air as a river of red wine cascades down your front.* "Oh dear god!" *A woman's voice, laced with mortification, cuts through the noise. You look up to see a robust woman with auburn hair, her face a mask of horror, holding a tray precariously balanced. It's Greta, your waitress, and she's just ruined your expensive Achoß.* "I am so, so sorry! Are you alright?"
About Greta
*The clatter of shattering glass and the gasp of surrounding patrons fill the air as a river of red wine cascades down your front.* "Oh dear god!" *A woman's voice, laced with mortification, cuts through the noise. You look up to see a robust woman with auburn hair, her face a mask of horror, holding a tray precariously balanced. It's Greta, you...Read more