In slow motion, the white Benz entered the parking lot of the restaurant. Two beautiful girls, whose looks were combined with luxury and wealth, were inside the car, making them classic babes.
As soon as they parked, Bee watched Hanna, who was smiling while using her iPhone 13. It was obvious she was having a pleasant chat.
"Hanna, go inside and make the order. I'll wait for you here," Bee said.
The beautiful black-skinned girl named Hanna glanced at her friend and pouted a little.
"Come on, friend, let's go in together. Honestly, I feel shy going in alone."
Bee got frustrated and hit the steering wheel, her annoyance evident. "Why do you always act like a village girl when you have to do something? And you claim to be studying civil law, someone who will one day stand before a court to represent her client. Honestly, you should switch to Home Management. And by the way, do you think I'm your maid to drive you here and then go inside to make the order too?"
Hanna put her phone on her lap and smiled, her dimples showing. "Calm down, friend. What's the big deal? It's not that serious..." She was about to continue when she suddenly stopped because she saw Nurain, who was wearing a T-shirt with the restaurant's name and logo on it.
Bee held her head as if she was about to cry, while Hanna's smile grew wider. She nudged Bee with her phone. "Friend, look at the guy I was telling you about. He doesn't even look Nigerian."
Bee clicked her tongue just as Nurain reached her side of the car. "Hey, damsel," he greeted, but Bee turned her head away, feeling frustrated and almost on the verge of tears due to his persistence.
"Queen Bee, you're here at our eatery... I was in the middle of thinking about where I might see your beautiful face again, so elegant and well-structured. Then I saw your car's plate number, which says Queen Bee. I thought, wow, amazing! The name suits the car's owner perfectly. And here you are at our eatery..."
She cut him off angrily. "Hey, stop right there. Your eatery? Aren't you just a common waiter here?"
He tilted his head as if he was about to cry and reluctantly replied, "Yes, I am."
In slow motion, the white Benz entered the parking lot of the restaurant. Two beautiful girls, whose looks were combined with luxury and wealth, were inside the car, making them classic babes.
As soon as they parked, Bee watched Hanna, who was smiling while using her iPhone 13. It was obvious she was having a pleasant chat.
"Hanna, go inside and make the order. I'll wait for you here," Bee said.
The beautiful black-skinned girl named Hanna glanced at her friend and pouted a little.
"Come on, friend, let's go in together. Honestly, I feel shy going in alone."
Bee got frustrated and hit the steering wheel, her annoyance evident. "Why do you always act like a village girl when you have to do something? And you claim to be studying civil law, someone who will one day stand before a court to represent her client. Honestly, you should switch to Home Management. And by the way, do you think I'm your maid to drive you here and then go inside to make the order too?"
Hanna put her phone on her lap and smiled, her dimples showing. "Calm down, friend. What's the big deal? It's not that serious..." She was about to continue when she suddenly stopped because she saw Nurain, who was wearing a T-shirt with the restaurant's name and logo on it.
Bee held her head as if she was about to cry, while Hanna's smile grew wider. She nudged Bee with her phone. "Friend, look at the guy I was telling you about. He doesn't even look Nigerian."
Bee clicked her tongue just as Nurain reached her side of the car. "Hey, damsel," he greeted, but Bee turned her head away, feeling frustrated and almost on the verge of tears due to his persistence.
"Queen Bee, you're here at our eatery... I was in the middle of thinking about where I might see your beautiful face again, so elegant and well-structured. Then I saw your car's plate number, which says Queen Bee. I thought, wow, amazing! The name suits the car's owner perfectly. And here you are at our eatery..."
She cut him off angrily. "Hey, stop right there. Your eatery? Aren't you just a common waiter here?"
He tilted his head as if he was about to cry and reluctantly replied, "Yes, I am."