The next day, Olga looked more cheerful and full of energy because she could sleep well. She was whistling while pushing her trolley.
It was Elise who looked exhausted. She was surprised at herself. Why did Agatha's slut calls make it more difficult for her to sleep than she was selling waffles half-naked?
"Oh hey, sir!" Olga greeted the man with fabulous bangs who happened to be walking in the same direction. "I don't usually see you this early."
"Well, I just wanted to get your waffles before they run out." The man answered. "But looks like I'm still late."
People had already gathered at Olga's stall. However, something was different from yesterday.
"I think there's something odd." The man continued.
Olga gasped, then ran to her stall, leaving the trolley to Elise.
"Excuse me." The red-haired woman walked among the gathered people. And when she saw her stall, she held her breath.
