Night came, and my shift was over.
“See you tomorrow, Mera!” A cheerful farewell from a girl who seemed to have boundless energy even now.
She waved at me while walking backward, a wide smile on her lips.
“Take care,” I shouted back, waving in return.
After a few minutes of waiting outside the restaurant, a car pulled up in front of me. I was about to step back when the window rolled down, revealing Sir Ken smiling at me.
"Have you been waiting long? Do you want a ride home?" he offered, still smiling.
To be honest, I've been waiting here for half an hour, but if he drives me home, he'll find out where I live. He'll see the Holland mansion, and I'm sure he'll start asking me questions about it. That would be such a hassle.
What would I even say? Explaining my connection to the Holla
