Delft, Netherlands –
The look on the Waitress’ face said it all. Shock and concern.
I didn’t know what had happened behind me, but I could tell it wasn’t good.
I turned around to find Dore standing there, holding her hands to her face.
“What happened?”
“The door hit me in the face!”
“Are you alright?”
“No, the door hit me in the face!”
It was my fault.