Chapter 17
“Susie, these are to die for. Great work,” said Nicole as she savored the Italian macaroon cookie. She looked at the mirror image of Cannoli Cafe in her window and marveled again at the fact that she was indeed the owner.
“Thank you. Might want to watch your words, dear. I’m sure no pun intended,” answered Susie in her typically warm voice. “I’m going to fetch the last batch out of the oven. Be right back.”
Nicole sipped on her cappuccino and finished her cookie. She looked around her cafe and observed how it seemed to draw an eclectic crowd. Some young, some old. She also noticed Jordan, one of her students and also the bartender from her aunt’s cafe, sitting alone at a table staring at his phone.
“Hi, Sarah, it’s me, Jordan. I’m at the Cannoli Cafe. I know you got off work
