Lander
“Hey, Land. Come here!” called by mother the moment she saw me walking in the living room. I am now planning to leave the house to do my daily routine of jogging. Currently, mother is having her coffee alone in the dining area.
“What is it, Mom?” I asked as I walked toward her. My sense of smell quickly caught the scent of what my mother is drinking. A strong coffee. Probably it is espresso.
Mother answered my question with another question upon I made it to her, “Do you still remember Louise Dornan, right? You college best friend?”
Upon hearing that, my eyebrows quickly clash with each other. I answered, “Yes, Ma. I still remembered him. What is this about?”
“Well, I didn’t mention to you that he owned this particular coffee shop where I always have my coffee e
