Hana smiled and nodded. “My son loved doing that. They always rip.”
Logan wrinkled his nose and flipped his fringe out of his eyes with a shallow movement. A sullen teenage girl interrupted his possible retort by arriving with their drinks. She slapped the order on the wobbly table, unconcerned by the amount of coffee residing in the saucer. She snatched the numbered spindle from the table and returned to the counter.
“Millennials are such fun, aren’t they?” Logan mused with sarcasm.
Hana thought back to her days at university when she spent the summer working in the Belle Vue Hotel on the sea front. It seemed like hard work for unattractive money. On a trip back to Aberystwyth on holiday with Vik and the children many years after they left the university, Hana stared in the familiar wi
