"Why is it on sale? I mean, it seems to be busy and earning something, if not a lot." I state.
"Well, our boss is an elderly woman, and she just wants to retire, miss. Her health doesn't even allow her to come here anymore."
Ooh.
"I see. Doesn't she have a family member who can run it for her instead of selling it?" I mumble, almost finishing up my coffee.
The news is exciting me in a way I can't imagine, fueling my desire for continuous sips of coffee to hide my excitement.
"Her only child is abroad, miss,"
"She can at least hire someone to manage it for her," I state.
"She doesn't want that. She just wants to sell it."
"Okay. Thank you. Here is my payment." I hand her the note and wait for her to bring my change. I can't afford to give her a tip.
It would feel incredible to own
