The newly opened Milano fast food restaurant was a beehive of activities that Saturday mid-morning. It had attracted a mixed group of people, young and old, male and female, couples, business partners, families and friends the likes of Audrey Miller and her comrades, those who were single seated all alone in their corners laughing at memes on their phones or following celebrity gossip. Another male was seated alone by the pool his feet dangling in the water struggling to finish a glass of freshly blended mango juice. He looked like a man who life was not taking so well, too much vicissitudes. His problems had finally managed to get him on his knees. Which was the case with almost everyone else, including the pretty girls in bikinis who were taking repeated selfies they were just good at hi
