In the evening, just before closing time, a young man came in. He had a friendly face and a calm demeanor. “Hi, I’m Andrew,” he introduced himself, smiling warmly. “I saw your ad and wondered if you’re still looking for help.”
Margaret sighed, feeling tired and unsure. “I am, but I’ve had a long day. I’m not sure…”
Just then, a customer walked in, looking unsure about what to order. Andrew stepped up and began chatting with him, suggesting drinks and pastries.
The customer smiled and nodded, finally choosing a caramel latte and a slice of carrot cake. Margaret watched, impressed by how easily Andrew handled the interaction.
“Well,” Margaret said slowly, “I suppose I could give you a chance. Come in tomorrow, and we’ll see how it goes.”
Andrew’s eyes lit up. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
Margaret was very picky about Andrew and his work. Even after Andrew had been working with her for several weeks and hadn’t made a single mistake, Margaret still didn’t trust him.
She often thought she would be better off doing everything herself. She watched his every move, correcting him even on small things.
But there was something about Andrew that she couldn’t ignore, and that’s probably why she let him keep working.
He reminded her of her late husband, John, in so many ways. Andrew had the same calm demeanor and the same thoughtful habits, and sometimes, she even thought they spoke the same way.
One day, while cleaning the coffee shop, Margaret climbed a ladder to reach a high shelf. Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell. Pain shot through her leg, and she couldn’t stand up. Andrew rushed over and found her on the floor, wincing in pain.
“Margaret, are you okay?” Andrew asked, his voice full of concern.
“I think I’ve hurt my leg,” Margaret replied, trying to stay calm despite the pain.
Andrew carefully helped her up and took her to the hospital. The doctor confirmed that her leg was broken.
Andrew stayed by her side, offering support and helping her with everything she needed. He brought her home that day and helped her inside, ensuring she was comfortable.
As they sat in the cozy living room, Andrew said, “I can watch the coffee shop while you recover.”
“That’s not necessary,” Margaret replied. “I’ll be at work tomorrow.”
“But your leg is broken,” Andrew insisted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Margaret said firmly.
“Let me at least give you a ride,” Andrew offered.
“No,” Margaret said, shaking her head.
“Margaret, you need to rest,” Andrew said gently.
