From Teardrops To Billions

CHAPTER 17

Nathan turned around and behind him was a lady. A pretty lady. Her appearance was wonderful even in the dimly lit dining room.

She wore a uniform. A soft grey T-Shirt complimented by a 3-quarter black cotton skirt, and above her neatly tailored dress, she wore an apron. This could only mean one thing.

She was a worker here. Perhaps a bartender or a waitress.

So how on Earth did she get his contact? For as long as he could recall, he had not given his number to any soul aside from a few of his course mates.

But this lady looked very familiar to Nathan. Nathan strained his eyes as he tried to recollect the details about the lady’s face as it was very familiar. He had seen her somewhere.

Was it her enchanting smile? Her humble composure?

“Oh, hi, Miss. Do I know you?” Nathan asked mildly.

Immediately she went on her knees and began to thank Nathan with so much enthusiasm and gratitude that some people began poke nosing.

“I’m Abigail Foster. I am the artist who created the