Read The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop :: Logic?

"Did he give a hard time, Lynn?" The old lady put off her scarf and coat.
"Not really. I've just happened to never meet this type of kid before," that young lady smiled thinly, took the coat and scarf from the old lady and hung it.
"She was the one who gave me a hard time," the boy got out from the kitchen, pouted.
"And why is that, little boy?"
"Because of the way I address you, owner. Hey, is it really weird to call you owner instead of granny or something similar?" He climbed the high chair in front of the bar.
"No, of course not," the old lady patted his head, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Bitter chocolate milk."

"You don't like sweet?" The young lady asked him again.
"Are you taking a liking with me? You really ask a lot."

The old lady chuckled while walking to the kitchen. The young lady just smiled thinly and kept on peeling the oranges behind the bar.
"I just want to, for today. Don't feel like something sweet." He gave up.

"If you say that you call Granny Lisda as owner because you are friend, how do you call the other kids? You do have some kids as friends, right?"
"I call them their name, of course."
"Then, why don't you just call her Lisda, just her name?"

The boy glared at the young lady, 'Is she stupid or what?' He shouted at heart.

"Isn't it obvious that it's impolite for a little boy like me to call her just by her name?"
"Ah... I see. Indeed, you have a unique logic."
"What is logic, anyway?" He said indifferently.

The young lady laughed in embarrassment. Indeed, this boy is very interesting. 'I wonder how will he be in the future', she thought.

"I will explain it to you, since you are very curious about my your-so-called-logic. But, only once! I will not explain more or less than I say. Deal?" The young lady just nodded her head once.

"Every thing in this world is already in an order. For me, name is one of it. Name reflects your position or rank. It's also happened in family, right? The higher your position or rank is, the more freedom for you to call somebody's name. Let's say my grandpa. He is higher not only from me, but also from my parents. Therefore, he is free to call my parents' name, not just mine or my sister's. But for me, because he is higher than me, then I have to call him with a title, like grandpa."

"To my younger sister. I am higher than her, so I could call her name. But because she is lower than me, she can't call my name freely, she has to put a title on my name, like big bro, or just brother."

She looked at him deeply as she followed his explanation.

"If it's between friends. Well, there is also an order in friendship, actually. Some people are still actually higher or lower in rank, even in friendship. That's why, I don't want to call the owner with any title."

Now, there was a huge question mark on the young lady expression.

"I love the owner very much. She is my closest friend. And because of that, I want to be equal to her, though, there is a huge gap between our age. By not giving a title or calling the name, it gives me a sense of equality."

"Aren't owner and little boy also titles?" She asked.

"No, it's different. Those are facts, not titles. In fact, I am just a little boy, and she is the owner of this coffee shop."

The young lady mesmerised by his explanation.

"Indeed, what is logic actually?" She ended the conversation and brought the peeled oranges to the kitchen, smiling.