Orla checked the time on her wristwatch as she walked out of the library, she couldn’t believe how long she had stayed in here already. She was so engrossed with the fiction book that she was reading and she lost count of time.
She was so hungry and needed to get back to Rhea’s house; it was certain that her best friend would have something edible ready by the time she got there.
Orla was excited at the thought of that. Rhea was a very good cook, in fact, she had won awards at different cooking contests.
What Orla loved the most was her waffles, that shapeless baked food with no specific name or taste; of course everyone calls it waffle
Orla walked past the security man and chuckled, she ignored him because she was running out of time; did she even have anything to say to him
