Chapter 33

"Nicky, be serious for once, thinking about it is scaring me."

"OK, chill girl, now why will someone be spying on us, we don't have any bad records."

"My point exactly," I breathed out in frustration.

"Maybe you were hallucinating, but if you are not, then I would say that the so called Corolla car wasn't actually after us. Maybe it was a silly coincidence, " she shrugged. "Also, we need to get to work before the manager changes his mind about 'one minute doesn't count Mabel', " she mimicked our managers voice and we laughed.

We hastened up with the clothes, and after that, we hurriedly prepared for work.

***

When we got to the restaurant, as we were walking to the counter, I noticed a white dude peeping at us from a corner, but I shrugged it off.

"This is 20 minutes past 8am," Diva fired at us as we wore our aprons.

"Your point is?" Nicky asked her.

"That you are late, dummies, you were supposed to be here like 20 minutes ago," Mabel states.

"If it's hurting you, hit your head on that pillar," Nicky pointed out, crazy girl.

She had the guts to talk back only because our manager hadn't resumed for the day yet, if not, we would both be looking for another job by now.

We heard a bell ringing from a table. We looked around and saw that it came from the creepy white guy's table. Mabel rushed out immediately to get his order. Nicky turned to Diva.

"Hey, when your friend comes back, tell her that I said not all white dudes own a castle or a mansion, some of them are not what they portray themselves to be. Just some advice though, " she stated and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"To say hi to the kitchen"

"Wait for me," I yelled as I ran after her.

We both entered the kitchen to get some food because we didn't eat at home. But unfortunately for us, we were chased out like thieves by the chefs.

"Those douchebags don't have any atom of respect," Nicky fumed in anger.

"They were assigned to cook for customers, not for you, so why are you angry?" I asked her with an amused smile.

"Ain't I a customer? Oh, I get it, is it because I didn't come in a Range Rover, or because I'm not smelling like I swam in a river of sweet smelling expensive perfumes?"

I couldn't stop laughing. She went back to the kitchen door and shouted.

"Y'all are a bunch of douche bags, and mind you, you are poisoning the customers with those chemicals you call food. Jeez Louise, I can't believe I almost tasted that, ugh"

One of the cooks shouted back,

"Don't step your feet in here again, otherwise, we will deep fry you"

"Deep fry you grand mother bitches, psychiatric patients!" she shouted and walked back to me.

"God, I'm so hungry and that food smells so good," she complained as she rubbed her tummy.