15:00
Focus... Focus. Focus! Ileana reminded herself, checking her watch as she hassled down the pavement till she spotted the large wooden sign where an artistic Dolce Café was written. She made it on time. The queue was still long.
Customers grumbled at her audacity as she passed them, reached the counter, greeting the cashier she first met.
He disapprovingly said, "Hurry up."
She walked pass the small door, placed her school bag in a corner and said as she excitingly stood before Josephine, "Ma'am, I'm here! I'm ready!"
"I don't work with latecomers. Out now."
The chef answered as she sprinkled icing sugar on some freshly baked chocolate eclairs.
Ileana stood there, dumbfounded for a second. She gaped at her, "But I'm not late. It's exactly 3 p.m." She let out a low gasp as
