Her friend’s eyes lit up.

“Seriously? Look, where I work—an upscale restaurant in Brooklyn—they’re looking for a night-shift waitress. And you know what’s even better? The manager loves hiring Brazilians. Says we’re not afraid of hard work.”

Celina’s eyes sparkled.

“You think I could get the job?”

“Of course. If you want, I’ll take you there today and introduce you. With your polite, charming way, you’re already halfway in.”

From there, they went straight to the restaurant. It was a beautiful space, glowing with warm lights, a blend of sophistication and comfort. The manager greeted them cordially. Her friend spoke briefly about Celina, and after a few questions, he smiled.

“You can start tomorrow if you’d like. We really need someone reliable.”

Celina accepted on the spot. By the time she returned home, she felt renewed, motivated. She took a quick shower, slipped into a cotton lounge set, curled up on the sofa with her laptop, and began to write.

The words poured out like a flood. C