For Oskar, everything changed when he saw Grace emerge from the kitchen as she proceeded straight to the mystery woman’s table.  Watching the owner’s mannerisms, he could tell their conversation was more business-like in nature than one of pleasantries.  Grace appeared to be bothered with something.  The shifter had no doubt this “something” had everything to do with Macy’s screaming departure.<br/><br/>As clear as a mountain stream, Oskar heard Grace say, “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, miss.”  He had no idea what warranted such a statement, since the woman didn’t do or say anything from what he could see or hear.  Perhaps therein lay the answer to the mysteries of Grace’s announcement as well as Macy’s shriek.<br/><br/>Reactions varied from the other customers.  The majority stared, while a few looked as if they were thinking of standing even though they were yet to finish their meals.  He gleaned all of this by their body language, though really, he knew Grace could take care of herself.  And besides, it’s not like the woman possessed the qualities of a psycho killer.  At least he didn’t think so.  She just looked overwhelmed at the moment, and if nothing else, Oskar felt bad about that and for her.<br/><br/>His breakfast now delivered, he picked up the plate, balanced the little container of maple syrup on the twin stack of waffles, and then gathered the glass of orange juice.  He advanced toward the table which seemed to be the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>Nearing the table, he overheard Mrs. Elliott offer to pay for the woman’s breakfast.  Oskar usually didn’t do things like this, which was basically butting into other people’s business, but the woman clearly struck him as a person who needed someone on her side for a change.  “I got this, Grace,” he said with a nod at her for emphasis.  “Could you just bring this woman’s breakfast, please?”  Grace glanced at the pale blonde, then at him and silently nodded, turning to leave.<br/><br/>Just before seating himself, he smiled at Mrs. Elliott and stated, “Thanks for the offer, Candace, but that won’t be necessary.”  She smiled back as she returned her attention to the plate of food in front of her, reengaging conversation with her husband.  While spreading his breakfast out before him, Grace showed up with what the woman had ordered.  “Here you go, miss.  Enjoy your meal,” the owner said with a genuine smile.  She patted Oskar’s right shoulder as she left to attend to other diners.<br/><br/>“I’m Oskar,” he offered, “Oskar Sandstrom, and you, uh, looked like you could use some support.”  Distributing the syrup over the waffles, he thought it best to allow her to eat before inquiring as to what might have made Macy scream, and Grace wanting her to leave.  The bacon and sausage patty were awesome as usual.