Three women entered the Cafe, it was unusually quiet and empty, except for the Caucasian man that was seated at the table positioned in the corner. He had long hair and a golden walking stick which only the rich could afford, in his right hand was a cup of coffee which he sipped gently.
"This is abnormal, where are all the customers?" Grandma Mayfair's eyes moved to see the time on her wristwatch. Around this time, they would have customers that would come in for second breakfast and a lot of deliveries. "Under normal circumstances, customers would be flooding in at this time." She made a beeline for the pastry counter where Rosset was seated.
She was scrolling through her phone with one hand and eating chips with another. Her entire demeanor was happy and relaxed because the second breakfast club which was mostly made up of the wealthy wives of founding lane that she could not stand were not in the cafe.