By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chisom looked around. ‘That police officer has it. Maybe you could get it from him?”
‘I can’t.’
‘Go on. I am allergic to smoke.’
‘You do it.’
‘You gave him the bottle opener and didn’t yell at him for smoking. You know boss doesn’t allow smoking in here.’
‘I only allowed him because of his uniform. I’m afraid if I don’t let him, he might find a way to bring trouble to us.’
‘You’ve thought it through,’ said Chisom. She rose lazily, took up the two bottles of coke, one in each hand, and began to walk towards the police officer who was talking and laughing with two customers at the next table.
‘Must be the other waitress, right?’ the police officer looked at Chisom and asked.
‘Yeah…’
‘Well, you both look beautiful.’
‘Police officer is trying to sleep with you?’ a man with a red peaked cap, said, laughing.
The police officer rolled his eyes at the man, then winked at Chisom. ‘What do you think?’
‘I want the opener,’ Chisom said, ignoring his question.
‘You mean this, Miss?’ the police officer asked, touching her arm and taking up the opener. He held it out to Chisom.
Chisom reached to take the opener, but the police officer lifted it high, chuckling.
Chisom frowned, annoyed. ‘I need to open these drinks and get back to work.’ She tried her best to be calm.
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