Read The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop :: Common sense #1

It was a new bright day. The summer had approaching fast, though sometimes there was some rain. But every thing was definitely getting warmer, included the boy's feeling. He pushed the door of his favourite shop, whistling. Once he entered, he found his favourite old lady wasn't there, instead, there was the new part-timer whom he didn't really like, wiping some freshly washed cups.

"Ow, Good Morning, boy. Oops, may I just call you boy?" He just raised his shoulders nonchalantly as an agreement.

"Like I said before, you can also call me Lynn." She continued wiping some cups.

The boy looked at the stack of cup saucers beside her. Without being asked, he walked inside, behind the bar, and started wiping the wet saucers. The young lady just smiled thinly over the boy's kindness.

"How old are you actually? You look a lot older than me. Isn't it impolite to call you with just your name?"

The young lady startled a little bit by the sudden question, then chuckled.

"It's OK. I want to be your friend, an equal one. So it's OK. Besides, I don't like being called 'part-timer'," She chuckled again. "And actually, instead of being called just by my name... Don't you know that it's a lot more rude to ask a lady's age?"

The boy was speechless, he suddenly felt really bad for his behaviour.

"Hahaha, it's OK. It's just a joke, but put it in mind when you meet another lady, boy. Hem, let's see...," she touched her chin lightly, thinking. "I think..., I am 2 years older than James."

"You know big brother James?" the boy's eyes widen with excitement.

"Well, of course. We are cousins."

"But I thought he is the only grandchild?"

"Erm.., we are not direct cousins though. Granny Lisda and my grandma are sisters. So, well... we are still blood related. Granny Lisda is my grandaunt, and James is my second cousin to accurately say."

"That's why you call the owner so sweetly."

The young lady burst in laughter, "Well, that's one of the reason." She wiped tear drops from her eyes.

"Wow, I didn't think you two could be friends this fast," the old lady entered the coffee shop with a paper bag on one hand.

"He is helping with the dishes. Such a nice boy, isn't he?" the young lady stopped her work and came closer to the old lady, took over the paper bag.

The boy had already finished wiping the saucers and continued wiping the leftover cups. The old lady walked to behind the bar and came closer to him.
"She is not a bad girl, right? She didn't bother you?" the old lady smiled at him gently.
"Oh come on, Granny. I am not that bad," the young lady shouted from the kitchen.
"Of course you are not. But, sometimes you over do it, Lynn. Remember what did happen every time you teased James?" the old lady moved to the other side of the bar, started preparing some roasted coffee.
"Ow, he was just a cry baby. I didn't over do it. I am just...," the young lady stopped in the middle, letting her words hanging in the air.

"Hmm..?"
"Well, indeed I might be a little crude, and lack some common senses.... sometimes," She walked out the kitchen, bringing out 3 plates of spinach pie.

"Breakfast? Tea, coffee, chocolate, milk?" The young lady asked the boy.
He finished his work and took over the tray from her, "Coffee and milk, please. No sugar." He left her and walked to the nearest table, followed by the old lady behind him.

Once they all three sat to each other, the boy suddenly asked, "Hey..., what is common sense?"

Indeed, a new day had started.