Chapter 5

I diverted my eyes to the door and my brain froze. Oh my God, I never knew that Greek Gods exist, otherwise, how can a human be this handsome.

Looking at the door, I saw a tall, smartly built, athletic handsome, in fact, the cutest guy on earth. His steps, the way he raised his body, shoulder level, he looks so perfect, like a model. His thick silky dark hair speaks of being an American or perhaps a mixed-race like Nicky, well he looks more like an American.

"He is so gorgeous." Diva breathed out.

"He is beautiful." Mabel added.

We gave her a weird look, men are not called beautiful, this girl is actually a runaway psychiatric patient.

"Beautiful? Really?" Nicky mocked her.

"Well look at him." Mabel gestured.

To be honest, he is more than beautiful.

His classy blue jean trouser, his fabulous white T-shirt which was written 'i devour' on it, his small diamond earrings, his diamond wristwatch, his Italian shoe screams wealth, this guy Is clearly swimming in money.

He finally found a table and sat down, I could swear that all the ladies in the restaurant were drooling even those with their spouses.

Before I could blink, our Manager was already shaking his hands and smiling like a roasted goat, after exchanging pleasantries, he walked up to us at the counter.

"Mabel." he called.

"Sir." she replied, smiling sheepishly cause the Manager was about to ask her to go and serve Mr. Handsome or so we thought.

"Go to the store and get a carton of wine and refill the fridge, I told you to be doing it every morning but you always forget, and you Sophia go and serve the customer in table 12." The Manager instructed.

Table 12 (Mr. Handsome's table).

No way, this man can't be serious, he can't do this to me. Has he forgotten that Wednesdays are not my days, I always screw up anytime I'm serving a customer on Wednesdays or I will get hurt... The point is one thing or another usually happens to me on Wednesdays and he particularly instructed me not to serve customers on Wednesdays especially indigenous ones. So why ask me to serve today.

I can't do it; I will end up embarrassing myself in front of him.

"But sir..." I tried to protest but before I could speak, he was already out.

"Nicky help me" I pleaded.

"Of course I will help you, now listen... This is how you are going to ask for his number, just say...."

"Nicky" I cut her off, is this girl is insane. "I said help me serve him and you are talking gibberish"

"Are you insane? Girl this is a lifetime opportunity" she argued.

"Nicky I have a boyfriend"

"Who is he? That idiot, please spare me that sentiment, come on girl, go do your job... And if anyone hits you a dagger eye, I'm gonna pluck it off" she stated, referring to Diva who was glaring at me, Mabel has gone to refill the fridge.