Eisley stepped into Adana Café, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping her senses as she entered.
The usual chatter of customers was absent, replaced by a hushed murmur among her co-workers, who huddled together in a tight circle. Curiosity piqued, she dropped her bag and made her way over to the group.
"What's happening?" she inquired, directing her question at Ruth, her closest friend at work.
Ruth leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mr Isaac is selling the café," she revealed, her eyes darting back to the ongoing discussion.
Eisley felt a jolt of surprise. "He is? Why would he do that?" she pressed, but Ruth, too engrossed in the conversation, merely shrugged her shoulders, offering no further insight.
Turning to Jane, another colleague, Eisley sought more information. "I heard the buyer is in his office right now," Jane said, her voice tinged with intrigue.
