Chapter 4It was a cold day. The morning air misted around Bassel as he breathed. Today’s soup selection was a vegetarian African peanut soup he’d never served before, and an Italian meatball soup with tomatoes and noodles.
The first customer had yet to arrive, and he stirred the containers and breathed in the day. Something was niggling at the back of his mind, a foreboding. The creeping feeling overtook his muscles, and the cold, calm morning transformed into something he couldn’t put words to.
Seconds bled into minutes and nothing changed. He moved around, rubbed his neck, and rolled his shoulders.
“Hello.”
A surprised sound escaped him as he focused on the woman in front of him. “Good morning.”
“What do you have today?”
Soup. Right, he was selling soup. It was his life’s mission,
