Yolanda emerged from the kitchen, carefully balancing three boxes in her hands. With a warm smile, she presented them to the eagerly awaiting customer before bidding him farewell as he exited the coffee shop.
As her gaze swept across the now-empty space, a sense of melancholy settled upon her. The absence of bustling conversations and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee seemed to amplify the solitude that enveloped the once-vibrant cafe.
Her disheartened sigh did not go unnoticed by Hector, who had been observing her from a distance.
Moved by her emotions, he stepped forward and enveloped her in a comforting embrace, offering solace in his arms.
Yolanda, her voice tinged with a touch of despondency, expressed her disappointment, "I had hoped that Evander's decision to live with them would bring fortune to us as well, not just to him."
