“Harel Deliss”. I looked at the sign and sighed. It was not supposed to happen this way. I was supposed to keep my job and pay the rent.
However, fate or chance decided, a few days ago, to crush all my dreams and my closely followed plan for a better future.
I lost my job, my rent was due next week and I used all my savings due to unforeseen circumstances. I needed the money. Desperately. And so, I went to the competition. They had a spot.
And a good reputation. The one to rival “De Fer’s Bouquet” to be truthful. So, I hoped they would take me in. I looked again at the newspaper in my hand and bit my lip. Help needed, it said.
Well, it didn’t mean they need a sous-chef but rather a dishwasher.
I sighed again and took a breath before pushing on the big glass door leading to a stylish and modern slash old-time-style space.
How they combined both styles so efficiently was beyond my comprehension but it made the restaurant unique and welcoming.
The place was empty, except for a few employees dusting off the tables and arranging the chairs. My feet took me to the first person I spotted.
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