My walk to the FoodMood restaurant was brief yet filled with a profusion of timorous thoughts. I hoped I didn't look like some schoolgirl with my dressing. The weather was fair and the day looked bright and promising.
Hopefully, all would turn out well, notwithstanding how late I was and it was my first day. I was never that late to anything and I guessed I'd wasted my only chance at making a good first impression.
"Hello…" Mrs. Agnes said, smiling as we shook hands. She was the sole owner of that fine establishment and she had these very striking features. However, what I really admired about her was how humble and receptive she was.
I noticed this from the very first time Jared and I came there sometime last week and I thought she was only acting that way because we were around other
