Morris grins. It's an almost cheeky smile that I've never seen on his face. It suddenly softens his stern face, and if he was handsome before, now he looks terribly charming.
"Sorry to disappoint you. Aisha, this is Ridhi Peerna."
It's a unique name, and I blink, "That's an Indian name, right?"
Ridhi beams at me, "Yes! My husband and I migrated here when we got married."
"You've got a lovely place here," I smile at her, helpless in the face of her beaming expression.
"Thank you, and you're a sweet girl," she pats my cheek in a familiar manner. "Why don't you two take a seat, and I'll bring out your food."
I sit down in the booth and look around, "Why do you call her Aunty?"
Morris looks at me, "I've always called her that. When I first walked in here, I didn't know how to ask for he
