Entitled Woman Threw Her Fresh Juice In My Face. What I Did Next Made Her Regret Ever Walking In

Mr. Sanders, the café owner, rushed over to defuse the situation, but I waved him off, signaling that I’ve got this. He hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between letting me handle it and stepping in himself. Our regulars sat up straighter, their attention fully on us, sensing the brewing drama. I stood firm, holding Mr. Sanders’ gaze until he nodded slightly, backing away but staying close enough in case things escalated.