By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Just as Chioma was about to reply, Emeka Ndubuisi walked in, wearing blue jeans and a black thick jacket which was obviously from a low-end brand he bought from a street stall. The dress fitted him perfectly well.
Both Chioma and Chisom stood up to greet him. He might be an ordinary man but was the boss of Star Restaurant.
‘You haven’t still changed into your uniform?’ Emeka asked Chioma.
Chisom was already wearing her uniform and ready for work. The uniform was black dress with red scarf. The dress looked good on her. She was about 168 centimetre tall. Her dark hair was tied with red elastic band.
‘I will get her something to change into,’ Chisom said and turned away. She returned with a black dress and a red scarf, and handed the dress to Chioma. ‘Change into these, so we could begin work already.’
Emeka smiled, and then headed for the counter. Chioma blushed, and walked over to the changing room.
‘My goodness, you look beautiful!’ Chisom exclaimed when Chioma came into the dining area. ‘Everyone is going to be looking at you instead of eating.’
Although Emeka was busy at the counter, he couldn’t help sneakily peeking at Chioma. Upon seeing her in such a fitting dress and scarf, Emeka felt his heart beat faster. She was beautiful, he thought. Yes, she was no queen of beauty; Emeka still felt that her beauty was enchanting enough to ruin a country. Was that possible for a woman to ruin a country with her beauty? If it were possible, was someone like Chioma qualified to ruin the world with her beauty. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she had the uniqueness that could captivate her surroundings. Such beauty was not easily erased in the minds of men.
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