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The glass elevator's doors slid open on the top floor of the most renowned mall of the city. Stella walked out and made her way to the restaurant where she was supposed to meet Rachel. The pencil heels of her pumps were striking against the cream colored floor, making a small click sound with each of her steps.
She was able to locate the restaurant easily as it occupied almost a quarter of the entire floor. It was one of those fancy restaurants where one needed to make a reservation at least a week in advance or they won't let you take a single step inside the sitting area. She excused the person who was standing at the counter located right next to the entrance.
"Good evening. How can I help you Ma'am?" The man who was dressed in a formal working attire asked her politely.
"Well, I am here to meet Ms. Rachel Nelson. Can you check for me if she has arrived or not?" Stella replied to him.