When we finished the stairs going up from the goods receiving area below the ground to the ground floor, the silent corridors welcomed us covered with people running around.
Without mingling with the crowd tossed hither and thither with their unhappy faces, we wanted to throw ourselves among happy people; even if the majority of them were fake, a person missed smiling faces.
While moving rapidly, we were experiencing times that were ordinary to me but felt to my other friends like they were experiencing a whole different world; Rimel's state upon seeing the condition of the kitchen of the place they loved so much immediately caught the eye.
Fortunately, this torture didn't last long; the moment I pushed the door whose wings opened both inward and outward, I returned to the glitzy world, and my party members were right on my heels like ducklings walking right beside their mother so as not to lose her.
"What are we doing now, my nephew?"
