By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Oh, okay,’ the girl only said expressionlessly.
‘Here’s the apple.’ Chioma handed her the apple.
‘Audrey is my name,’ the girl said, taking the apple. She had a small bite, and then waved Chioma to go and attend to other customers while she waited for the fried rice she had ordered.
Chioma picked up a tissue to wipe the knife before leaving the girl alone. The girl commanded an aura of a rich princess; Chioma could see that very clearly. She wondered who Audrey was and why she decided to eat in such a local restaurant instead of a high-end restaurant.
Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, Chioma brought a plate of steaming fried rice and a can of iced cola. She carefully placed the delicious food before the girl and turned to leave.
‘Hey, Chioma.’
Chioma turned around to look at Audrey.
Audrey gestured to Chioma to sit in the chair across from her.
With a forced smile, Chioma sat down.
Noticing Audrey’s glass of water was empty, Chioma had to pour water for her.
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