"High blood pressure, pneumonia, among other mild diseases that come with old age. I will be flying overseas to stay with my daughter for a few days. I will also seek better medical alternatives there," she explains faintly.
Poor woman. I don't think that's all there is to her illness, but I had no right to ask in the first place. I should stick to what brought me here and stop being too nosy. "Okay. I pray that you get better, madam," I mumble.
"Thank you. So, you want to buy the coffee shop? Aren't you too young to be scenting coffee all day?"
Well, that got me to smile. "Not at all, madam, I don't mind. I moved to this city a few days ago, and a lot changed for me. I want to work out my newly found passions," I explain, a flash of Damian and I in the kitchen crossing through my mind.
