(Martha's POV)
After my workday came to an end, as I was on the morning to evening shift.
I went back to the changing room on the ground floor to take my bag and head home.
My best friend, Bolu, rushed into the changing room to meet me.
She was tall and fair-skinned, like me. But she wasn't a waitress; she worked for a jewelry company. She smiled upon seeing me in the yellow dress.
"Martha, how are you doing today?" Bolu asked, standing at the door as she wore a red dress.
"I am fine. I am off duty and going home," I replied with a yawn, and she smiled at me.
"Seriously? Guess what I saw today?" Bolu asked, making a face.
I picked up my bag to leave the restaurant. They sell at night, but I do not work the night shift that closes around ten. I close at 6 p.m.
"What did you see?" I
