Chapter 6: Meeting Aunt Levi
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She brought me to an old-fashioned coffee shop, and I was amazed at how popular it seemed, with many customers coming in and out.
“Hey, Lindsay,” greeted the woman at the counter.
“Hey, Auntie! How’s business going?” Lindsay asked as she sat down next to the counter.
“Good! I should say it’s great,” the old lady replied, glancing at me.
Lindsay realized she hadn’t introduced me yet.
“Oh, sorry! Aunt Levi, this is Mr. Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez, this is my aunt,” Lindsay introduced us simply, without further explanation.
“Oh, hi! Auntie, I’m Pablo. Lindsay introduced me as too formal,” I chuckled, smiling at her.
The old lady smiled back and then handed Lindsay a cup of coffee.
“What do you want to drink, Pablo?” Aunt Levi asked.
I immediately smiled when I heard her call me by my name.
“A latte, please,” I replied politely.
The old lady was very hands-on. Despite having three assistants, she still handled most of the orders herself.
“Here’s your latte, Pablo,” Aunt Levi said before returning to her conversation with Lindsay.
“What took you so long to show up here?” she asked, playfully nudging her niece.
“I’ve been busy, Aunt,” Lindsay replied, taking a sip of her coffee.
“I know, but it’s your mom’s—” Aunt Levi started, but Lindsay abruptly interrupted her.
“Auntie, Mom is gone, okay? I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” she said firmly.
I became curious about why Lindsay avoided discussing her mom.
“Until now, you still haven’t forgiven her, have you?” the old lady asked.
“Please, Auntie, not now,” Lindsay said, clearly weary of the topic.
Aunt Levi shrugged and sat next to us.
“Pablo, are you—”
“NO!” Lindsay exclaimed, anticipating her aunt’s question. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she added.
Aunt Levi smiled at me. “Are you planning to court her?” she whispered, but Lindsay could still hear her.
“Auntie, I heard that,” Lindsay said, exasperated.
The old lady giggled.
Lindsay rolled her eyes at her aunt’s matchmaking attempts.
“Don’t mind her; she grew up the old-fashioned way,” Aunt Levi said to me. “Anyway, my fault,” she added.
“Do you want to try our special carrot cake?” she offered.
I looked up at the display, and it seemed delicious.
“Sure, I’d love to try it,” I replied happily.
“I like you,” the old lady said as she placed a slice on a plate. “Do you like her?” she whispered.
I smiled at her but didn’t say a word. She winked at me as if to signify she understood my answer.
I walked toward Lindsay, who was sitting with a grim look on her face.
“What?” I asked.
“What did you say to her?” she asked angrily.
“Chill, relax! I haven’t said anything to her,” I replied, trying to remain calm. “Try this,” I teased, taking my first bite of the cake. “Wow, that’s the most incredible carrot cake I’ve ever tasted,” I commented.
“Don’t exaggerate,” Lindsay said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m just giving my opinion,” I replied.
“You’re a cosmetic mogul, not a food critic, remember?” she teased, which made me laugh.
“Thanks for the reminder, but unfortunately for you, I’m a food lover too. So, I’m free to give my critique on what I eat, right?” I said, then continued enjoying the rest of the carrot cake while Lindsay watched.
When I finished, Lindsay stood up; she seemed ready to leave. “Wait!” I exclaimed, then smiled at her. I walked over to Aunt Levi to pay our bills.
“No, it’s okay; it’s free,” said the old lady. Then she glanced at Lindsay, who was already standing up. She seemed to know we were about to leave. “It’s free; just take care of her,” she whispered.
I smiled at Aunt Levi; she seemed to like me for Lindsay.
She declined to take my card. I was about to put it back in my pocket when I touched something else. When I brought it out, I saw a new sample of our lipstick product. It wasn’t yet on the market, but I was glad to give it to Aunt Levi.
“I told you, I won’t take cards or cash,” she said, surprised that I wasn’t giving her a card or cash but rather a lipstick.
"Get it as a token for our first meeting, Aunt Levi. It’s not out on the market yet, but sooner or later, you’ll be the first to have it. Try it," I teased.
The old lady seemed to have a passion for lipstick; she immediately tried it and loved it.
"Wow! It tastes sweet, like cotton candy," she commented.
I laughed as I said our goodbyes to her.
***
Since I met Lindsay, I can’t help but smile every time she comes to mind. I just woke up, and my thoughts are all about her. I don’t know why, but she brings joy to my life.
I was about to pour my coffee when I heard a loud knock on my door.
I stopped what I was doing and went straight to the door, where I saw Mr. Holmes’s annoyed face.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes. What can I do for you?" I asked.
He smirked. "Mr. Sanchez, I am not playing around. What made you think you can ignore a law because you’re romancing the detective who is investigating you?" Mr. Holmes said angrily.
"What is this about, Mr. Holmes?" I asked calmly.
"You really don’t know? I couldn’t sleep last night because you keep banging around everywhere. I kept hearing a loud noise from your house," Mr. Holmes said.
I give a deep sigh, again, my twin shadow brother did it. 'I need to get rid of you before things get worse,' he said to his mind.
"What, Mr. Sanchez, aren't you guilty?"
"I am really sorry, Mr. Holmes if I made your sleepless night, I apologize," I said to tame his anger.
"I'm going to call the police," he said and immediately went back to his apartment.
I had nothing to do that to shrugged my shoulder and wait for the officer to come.
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