Sheila sank into a chair at the entrance of First Bite, exhausted from her late night shift. It was way past 8p.m., and even though there were still people eating in the restaurant, a considerable number of people had gone and she was about to close for the day. It was way earlier than their usual closing time, but she didn’t care. She was grateful that her business was going well, but some days she wished she did not even own a business. Today was one of such days. She had not seen her boyfriend in over two weeks and every time he called wanting to see her, she either saw his call three hours later or told him she was too busy to sit and chat if he came over. Steven argued sometimes that she didn’t even need to come sit and chat with him, he was content with just seeing her work and know
