Aditya stepped into the bustling café with Imara, his eyes widening as he took in the modern decor. The sleek, polished tables, the subtle hum of conversations, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.
Feeling a bit out of place amidst the sophisticated setting, his simple attire stood in stark contrast to the chic patrons. They found an empty seat by the window and sat down, Aditya glancing at the menu with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"I'll have a frappe."
Imara ordered with a stylish flair. The most Aditya had ever drank was a glass of milk every few days for dinner at the orphanage. He couldn't even pronounce most of the items on the menu, let alone understand them.
"One black coffee."
Aditya said, rolling his eyes as he gave up on figuring out the rest of the menu.He had been hoping to find tea.
"You're from the Taor family?"
