Amelia’s POV
“Raspberry,” she calls out.
“Pardon my manners, it’s so good to see you again. Haven't seen you two in ages. Thought you both moved away,”
Without any response, I stay frozen by the counter a bit confused about what to say to her. Wondering whether or not she had mistaken me for somebody else.
“I…I think you have me confused with someone else,” I manage to say.
She tilts her head forward taking more steps towards me by the counter.
“No sweetheart. I’d never forget that face.”
My heart thuds painfully in my chest, as I stare back at her. Slowly hating myself for not being able to say a word. or even protest…
“You and that fine gentleman from the news were always here,” she continues.
“Always at the far corners of the cáfe,” the old lady points to a small corner tabl
