Kind Lady

Ashley was a very kind-hearted and wonderful woman like Rosetta. I missed Rosetta, the only person I found very kind and caring in the house.

Finally, the cab stopped in front of a narrow street. We walked out of the cab and I followed Ashley inside the street. She stopped in front of the first old, dilapidated-looking building with a blue-painted "Rosaline's Coffee House" above the row of windows. Although the small windows were a bit grimy but what I could see from outside, the place looked cozy and aesthetic.

Ashley unlocked the door and went inside as I followed her. The inside of the house was comfortably calm and warm, small tables and chairs were decorated neatly, and the smell of coffee beans lingered everywhere. I looked at the old wall clock that showed it was past ten.

"You said your name is Ashley?" I said while sitting on a stool beside the kitchen.

"Oh, my mother's name was Rosaline. She opened this coffee house when she was only 19 years old. She even met my dad at thi