"What about the heart you said earlier? What is warmth at heart?" He now looked at the old lady fiercely, straight to her eyes, deep and sharp enough to dig a hole right on her face.
The old lady took another mouthful of her cake, chewed it slowly, indulging the thick flavour melted on her tongue. She swallowed it with joy and blended the taste with her own-special-blend black coffee. She knew the boy wasn't patient enough, but she did it purposely.
"I am feeling it right now."
The boy looked at her with big question mark on his face.
"I am enjoying the warmth in my heart while indulging myself with cake, sipping my coffee..." she let her words hanging in the air without finishing it.
The boy blinked his eyes twice with blank expression, as blank as a paper white. He completely had no idea, what this funny old lady was talking about. And the lady sipped her coffee again, to the bottom of the cup.
"Which one do you prefer, carrot cake or blueberry muffin?" The lady asked him lightly while standing up from her chair. He only answered her with raising his left eyebrow.
"For breakfast," she emphasized.
"Ah... blueberry muffin, please."
The lady went behind the bar. The boy could hear the sound of the oven while she was heating up the muffin. She came back in a minute with a plate of tantalizing muffin and a second round of coffee for herself. When the old lady put the plate in front of the boy, his eyes widen up with excitement. He immediately grabbed a mouthful before he shouted.
"HOT!!"
The lady chuckled, "Eat it slowly, Boy. It won't run away from you."
"This is definitely not warm," He grumbled.
"But, how do you fell in here?" She pressed her forefinger on the middle of his chest.
He touched his chest, looked at his coffee milk and the muffin.
"I feel...happy! And..."
"And?"
"I fell grateful, it's overflowed with joy and love. I am here, sitting in your shop, drinking your always delicious coffee with this wonderful muffin while chatting with you. Here," He pointed his chest
"I feel warm. Is this warmth?"
The lady smiled and sipped her coffee, staring through the glass window, to the wet street that got busier.
"For breakfast," she emphasized.
"Ah... blueberry muffin, please."
The lady went behind the bar. The boy could hear the sound of the oven while she was heating up the muffin. She came back in a minute with a plate of tantalizing muffin and a second round of coffee for herself. When the old lady put the plate in front of the boy, his eyes widen up with excitement. He immediately grabbed a mouthful before he shouted.
"HOT!!"
The lady chuckled, "Eat it slowly, Boy. It won't run away from you."
"This is definitely not warm," He grumbled.
"But, how do you fell in here?" She pressed her forefinger on the middle of his chest.
He touched his chest, looked at his coffee milk and the muffin.
"I feel...happy! And..."
"And?"
"I fell grateful, it's overflowed with joy and love. I am here, sitting in your shop, drinking your always delicious coffee with this wonderful muffin while chatting with you. Here," He pointed his chest
"I feel warm. Is this warmth?"
The lady smiled and sipped her coffee, staring through the glass window, to the wet street that got busier.
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