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Hello, nice to meet you!! I don't know how did you end up reading this silly blog, but anyway, thanks for starting reading this thing!!! This blog will be my aid to keep my sanity from the whole mess in my own brain. There will be at least 2 series that I will keep on posting. The first one is "Brain Damage Control" or BDC. In this series, I will write about anything I learned in the day. It might be super random, but I will keep it easy to read, easy to understand. It's a practice for me too =) The other one is "The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop". This will be a micro-novel series. Please enjoy the might-be-not-a-very-new-concept-but-I-like-it-this-way-anyway experience while reading it. I hope I could keep writing it in an interesting way. Of course, any suggestions and requests are highly welcomed!! So!!! Enjoy!!

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop #17

It was a new bright day. The summer was 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 directly related 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.  

 

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