Macho's point of view
I sat down in the mini eatery we owned reminiscing as I watched what was going on around the eatery, the little staffs we had could be seen going about their tasks dutifully, the cleaners were mopping the hard marble floor, while the waiters were of course taking orders from the customers that kept piling in.
The eatery was a sight to behold, it wasn't that big enough, but it was a center of attraction, it is really beautiful, the coloured chairs and tables added a touch of sophistication to it. One of the reasons why we get crowds everyday, which were majorly workers on their Iaunch breaks, was because of the homely feeling the eatery had, it has the charms of drawing people in. Leila was doing her job well.
I fingered my moustache with my fingers. Leila was not around the premises and I wonder where she was.
"Where is the manager of this eatery?" I heard an angry voice.
