Read The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop :: Missing you

It had been several weeks since the last time the young boy came to the coffee shop. The young lady suddenly hit by a feeling of missing him.

"Granny Lisda, do you know why that funny little boy hasn't come lately?" The young lady asked the old lady while kept on washing the dishes in front of her.

There was a faint smile on the old lady's face. She held her answer for some seconds.

"Granny? Did you hear me?" The young lady popped out her head through the kitchen's door.

She smiled at her grand-niece, "Loud and clear, darling. Loud and clear." She sipped her hot chocolate. The day had turned colder again. Seems like summer changed their mind and decided to be cloudy and windy this year.

"You seem like missing him?"

The young lady went out the kitchen as she finished washing. She wiped her wet hands with her apron, and took a glass of water, walked closer to the old lady who sat behind the bar.

"Shouldn't I?"

"Of course you may. I also miss him."

"He is a very interesting boy. It's a bit lonely without his crazy questions lately." The young lady held her glass with her two hands, looking through the window aimlessly.

Suddenly the bell of the front door jingled. A familiar face came in with huge basket on his tiny hands.

"Hello owner, hello Lynn. Long time not see. I bring these fishes. Hope you two like it." The young boy put the heavy basket on the bar's table.

He looks a bit different, he is bit more tanned than the usual, thought the young lady.

"You look refreshed." The young lady put a glass of water in front the young boy who already sat on one of the high chairs.

"Yes. My father got an offer to work at the harbour. He said that I am big enough to start learning how to properly work. So, he took me along for 3 weeks. I've never been to the sea before. It was awesome!" The two ladies could see some sparks in his clear eyes as he spoke.

"Great for you! But, don't you think you should let us know before you go? We miss you." The young lady scrubbed the young boy's head lightly.

"Why? Why would you miss me?"

The two ladies smiled. 'Here it comes, those lovely questions', they thought unanimously.

"Should there be any reason for us to miss you, cheeky boy?" The young lady rubbed his head lightly and went to the kitchen.
"Why shouldn't be any reason for it?" The young boy eyes reverted to the old lady, deep and intense.
"Whether there really is any reason or not, is it important for you?" The old lady returned the gaze as deep as the one she got.
"Well, it's not really. It is simply out of my curiosity. I don't see any harm from it." The young boy raised his two shoulders with light expression.

"Don't you ever miss somebody, or want to do something simply because it's been a while?" The young lady came back from the kitchen, bringing a plate filled with two pieces of pancake with simple cinnamon sugar on top of it.

The young boy naturally accepted the plate and started digging the just-ready-from-the-pan pancakes in front of him. While chewing his pancake, his eyes were day-dreaming through the jars across the bar.

"I think I have, sometimes. Like when I was in the harbour, I really missed my mother's tomato soup, or our fresh milk, or the smell of freshly made butter. I got tired with the smell of fishes, so I really missed my home."

The old lady smiled and rubbed her hand on the young boy's head softly. "And why was that?"
"It was because...." The young boy let his words hanging on the empty air.

"I think there is indeed no need for real reason, huh?" The young boy continued his lovely breakfast.

The day suddenly got warmer again, seemed like the summer storm missed their chance and turned the other direction. And their days started as usual.