Diasy’s POV
My smile fades, as Felix sits across from me in my café, the door already closed and locked for the evening, two coffees in front of us as he sighs heavily, a clear indication his news isn’t great.
‘Most people are saying they aren’t interested in selling, but a couple are seriously considering this guy’s offer’ he tells me sadly.
I nod, I was hoping for a clean sweep of the owners saying they didn’t want to sell. So many of us are generational businesses handed down like mine or long standing staples of the community like Felix.
‘Who?’ I ask worriedly.
Felix turns the mug in front of him around and around, ‘Iseul’ he admits, ‘he said he and his wife are getting older and she has spoken about returning to Japan a couple of times in the past . . they both miss home, their e
