ew days we

g solace in the chaos of the other tables. But Mr. Mwangi was persistent. Every time she approache

d say. "How's your night been?" He always made it seem like she was the only person in the r

? She didn't w

ttle too fast, and her palms were too sweaty. She could feel his eyes on he

al, even though the air between them was cha

t the corner of his lips. "I'll always be here when

r in her tracks. She wa

g to find the right word

ing lower. "It's simple, actually. You want

way. She should keep things professional. Bu

ldn't f

arely above a whisper. She turned, bu

command, pulling her back. She

g for you, when

she could feel the weight of his words pressing again

mething was about to change. And deep down