The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor as I approached the café for my meeting with the owner. My mind raced with possibilities—could this be a chance to reclaim our space, or just another dismissal?
“Glad you could make it,” the café owner greeted me, gesturing towards a small table tucked away from the main area.
I took a deep breath, nodding as I sat down. “Thanks for seeing me,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
She folded her hands on the table, her expression unreadable. “I understand there have been some issues lately.”
“Yes,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “It’s been difficult with the atmosphere changing. We used to feel welcome here.”
She nodded, her gaze briefly drifting to the window. “I’ve heard some concerns from the staff and a few regulars.”
“And from him,” I added, unable to keep the edge out of my voice.
“He has his own opinions, certainly,” she replied, her tone neutral.
I took a sip of my water, the heat from the cup warming my hands. “We just want a place where my cousin feels comfortable.”
“I understand,” she said, her voice softer now. “We value all our customers, but we also have to consider the overall experience.”
“I thought that’s what we were part of,” I said quietly.
She hesitated, then leaned forward slightly. “How about we find a compromise?”
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