The streets of Allen Avenue looked busy as it buzzed with persons from different walks of life. It was no mystery as shopping malls even bars and restaurants could easily be accessible along the street. And in it, stood Glamoura's restaurant and bar which was looking resplendent as usual. It was one of the best in the city. Aside from it's beautiful scenery, it did not fail to give the customers the satisfaction they desire and no soothsayer was needed to decipher why it was rare not to find many trooping in and out of Glamouras.
"Another beautiful morning!" Mabel exhaled. The atmosphere was warm, bright and really inviting. She quickly put on her turquoise blue sales uniform that was worn like a jacket. Affixed on the breast pocket was a picture of a tea cup and underneath a caption 'Welcome to Glamouras'.
"How do i look?" She asked Damilola for the umpteenth time.
She wasn't expecting any reply as the question was posed rhetorically.
"You don't have to say anything" she brushed her hair with her hands "i know I look great. We need to look presentable for the customers you know and by customers, you know what i mean" she winked.
Dami rolled her eyeballs as she busied herself with arranging the drinks on the shelf, taking notes on the inventory.
"Oh please!" Mabel gave a seemingly irritated tone. "It's still too early to be so serious. You know you owe me gist"
"It's still too early to be telling tales" Dami gave a curt reply.
"Who says it was tales? Come on now. You promised, remember?"
"If it's because I lied, I already told you I'm sorry." she continued pleadingly receiving no response "There was nothing I could do, the work was too much and almost everyone wanted to be served by you. You know how you are 'madam serious' and 'customer friendly".
"Even if you didn't say madam was around, you know I would still have come"
"My bad!"
That wasn't why she was not going to say anything. The both of them knew Dami was not a chitter chatter. And sometimes one wonders how the two became friends with two very opposite personalities. Mabel was a definition of an extrovert, a carefree person and talky, that at one time, Dami thought she had logorrhea.
She knew she was going to continually get bugged until this girl got what she wanted. She saw how Mabel stared at her in anticipation.
"When we get home." she prayed the excuse works to keep her shut but it was like wishing for water from the moon.
"That was what you said yesterday" she whined "and then we got home, you complained you were tired".
"Please Mabel, right now is not the time" Compared to her, Dami knew she had a lot of work. Madame entrusted her with many things to take care of, she was like the second boss but it actually seemed she was more of a slave because of the amount of work. However, she couldn't care less since the pay is worth it.
She saw Mabel parting her lips. Who said a single statement could make this lady's lips slam shut? The next thing, Mabel's eyes danced wide in excitement. Dami only noticed now where the eyes stalked, they were not on her anymore.
Making his way into the shop, was the first customer for the day, madam's son, Luka Dev Adedayo. Light complexion, his face was no different from the south Asians except the common beards was absent, he was smooth skinned, but the bushy eyebrows was a sharp contrast. His eyes bore the colour of brown. His short hair was dark as if it was dyed.
"Mr Luka!" Mabel squealed admiring his smart looks. He wore a white collar shirt with a black jacket, underneath black trouser with a stripes of red and black sneakers.
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Marry Me
Random" Marry me Dami!" He hitched closer till his face was close to hers and she could feel his breathe brush her skin. "Just marry me! You should be thankful I'm granting you your wish" "Your sister's" she turned to go but he held her just in time and v...
