Completely absorbed with hockey scores and stats of who did what from last night, Oskar jumped in his seat as one of the waitresses screamed and high-tailed it to the back of the restaurant.  From her point of origin, he could tell she was at the table of The Woman He Did Not Know.<br/><br/>What the hell was that all about, he wondered, quickly followed with a thought of, none of my business.  Before returning to his phone, he looked at the woman, whose appearance was puzzled at best, lost at worst.  He immediately felt bad for her, but other than the waitress, no one approached her or bothered her in any way.  Oskar returned to his phone, though he was clearly distracted now.  For her sake, he glanced the woman’s way every now and then.