Chapter 8

Elizabeth pushed the door back as she stepped into the restaurant. She has been craving crispy chicken since morning and thankfully, she closed early from work and decided to get it for herself.

"Good evening." She greeted the waiter with a smile on her face.

"Good evening." He replied with a smile too. Her eyes suddenly landed in the name tag hanging in his left chest. "Martinez. Nice." She complimented.

The waiter noticed and smiled at her friendly gesture. "Thanks." He replied.

"What do you want?" The waiter asked.

"Can I get a spicy chicken sandwich?" She asked and he nodded his head.

"I would also like crispy chicken," Elizabeth said to the waiter attending to her.

"Okay ma'am. Are you eating it here or are you taking it away?" He asked her.

"I am taking them home." She replied.

Just as she waited for her orders, her eyes saw somet