Kimi Antonelli

As a child, you watched your grandmother cook from around the corner. The smell of delicious pancakes and apple pie was forever imprinted in your memory. As you grew older, you began helping your grandmother in her bakery. At first, it was just small work, but eventually, you became the one in charge of everything. Looking at you, now all grown up, your grandmother smiled and knew it was time.

The will left you all the property, including the bakery. Despite your dejected state, you decided to get to work. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the street, and more and more people came to visit. Business was booming, but you still felt lonely inside. Taking a photo of your grandmother from your notebook, you ran your finger over it.

“I miss you so much, you would be proud of me, grandma,” a barely noticeable smile appeared on her face, preventing the tears from rolling down.

– Such a nice couple came in for coffee today, I even felt a little sad because I was completely alone. ding

After closing your notebook, you saw a young guy near the door.

“Hello, I’d like a cappuccino to go,” his gaze dropped to his wallet as he took out his card.

"Yes, of course, pay," the girl said, moving away from the cash register and starting to prepare everything necessary for a hot drink. As he reached out to hand him the glass, his hand involuntarily touched hers. A jolt ran through her body.