Written by Feathers.
I walked inside the restaurant and went to the large space at the backyard where the party was being held.
Everywhere was beautiful with blue lights, the music blazed loud and I love the view.
Many workers were already sitted, I could see new faces too.
“I’m so glad you came.” A voice said behind me.
I turned and it was the chef.
“One legged man” I greeted him mockingly.
“No one would have known that I had one leg unless the person was there when I was shot. I’m still capable as a man.”He said
” Whatever!” I said and turned away from him.
He came to stand beside me and said; “I have. feeling that tonight’s party would be glorious?”
“Maybe!” I replied briefly and stepped down to the yard.
I want to sit at an empty table and to my surprise, the chef came to sit before me.
“Don’t spoil this party for me, man. I just want to have fun like every workers?” I said.
“Brenda, did you hate me that much? I had told you how much I now love you. Since you did not have a boyfriend, give me a chance. I have changed for good sincerely?” He said and I smirked dryly.
“You will do me a lot of good if you leave me right now.” I said and he stare at me for a while.
He stood and said; “Brenda, I really love you?”
I only looked away and he left.
Nonsense, see him confessing that he loved me when he could have rã-ped me if not for Scot that came to save me.
The party began and every where was blazing hot.
It was events upon events and it was so beautiful.
We finally got to a section of the programme where we two people had to come out and play a game, whoever wins must kiss the other party.
The coordinator was the one to choose, the coordinator’s eye set at me and I quickly looked away.
“Please come forward.”He flashed his light on me and I walked forward.
I must win this game cause I can not stand kissing someone that is not Scot.
What if the chef was called out? that would be horrible
The man called a man out, it wasn’t the chef and I let out a sigh of relieve, I have never seeing the man before but his walking posture was familiar.