Elara stepped out of the cab and entered the restaurant with a deep sigh. She had stopped coming here on legs. She only walked when she was going home at night because the streets would have already become quiet at that time.
Even when she took a cab I'm the day, some drivers would recognize her. Once they did, they would start asking questions and try to talk with her.
Elara did not like that at all. She even missed the days when she used to walk to the restaurant without caring about who was watching her.
But reaching the restaurant was not much better either. Many of the customers have now started paying attention to her. Elara did not mind if they looked at her. She did not even mind if they took pictures, though they never really did. But they always asked questions, and she could not just ignore them. So she had to answer.
Sometimes she wondered if she should quit this part-time job and focus completely on singing, but she was afraid things might not go the way she hoped.
