"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. The boy's eyes widen up. He 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 cafe, drinking your always delicious coffee with this wonderful muffin while chatting with you. Here," He pointed his chest
"I feel... a warmth?"
The lady smiled and went behind the bar for a second round of coffee.
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