Chapter 2: Meant To Meet You (Part 3 of 3)

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In the meantime, the lunch time has only started but the café is totally wiped out causing them to close way earlier than their usual time. The cakes, the pastries, even Fatima's supplies of coffees and other needs, the ingredients back in the kitchen, everything is zero. Disappointed customers who failed to buy theirs were regrettably sent back by the apologetic staffs by telling them before they could even enter. Fatima couldn't do anything as she cleans her own station and observes those people whining as they undesirably walk away from the area.

"I don't know if I should feel good and proud that we sold out all of our sales or if I should feel bad because we cannot give anything to those people outside anymore." Fatima expressed in a sigh with her eyes fixated outside.

Coming back from fixing the tables and chairs, Chris leaned against the counter and also sighs, "Me too. I feel good to see this café being emptied and that we rendered a lot of customers today that's almost like a month-worth of sales. But if only we prepared and see this one coming then we could have done more and served more."

"And it only took one post from a popular vlogger for us to gain this much." Fatima snorted.

Fatima advanced to the café's windows for her to close and see no more of those disappointed customers which can only make her feel bad. However, before she could roll down the blinds, she sighted a familiar tall woman near the entrance where the staffs just left after dismissing almost all the persistent customers that insist to come in. Though the woman is in disguise with that black bucket hat and oversized hoodie she can recognize her stance that's cool and casual. Those cameras dangling on her shoulder and those hazel eyes she can tell even from a distance, of course, gave it away for Fatima to confirm her identification.

Hence, Fatima slightly opened the front door, startling the woman in disguise for being caught off guard from peeking inside the closed café and said, "You... you're Heart, right? We already heard about you and there's no way I'm mistaken."

"Oh, I'm busted?" Heart chuckled and avoided those close stares from Fatima.

Fatima opens a way for her as she offers, "Come in before your fans and followers notice you out here."

"Is it okay though? It seems like you're closed already." Heart hesitated and pointed at the 'closed' sign on the entrance.

Fatima didn't dispute more as she roughly pulled Heart inside and closed the door quick and ordered the staffs to close down the windows for her. And now the café is fenced from the outside world, Heart finally felt at ease and removes her bucket hat, revealing her entire face and features for the first time. Fatima is undeniably stunned by her beauty though she wears minimal make-up, same with the staffs present inside the café who got awestruck from this revelation.

"So, you didn't tell us that you're a vlogger when you first came here. It would have been better if you told us about you so that we could have given you better services." Chris first stated as Heart stayed immobile by the entrance and the staffs are admiring her from a good short distance.

Heart coyly scratches her cheeks and bows, "Sorry... I came here today to apologize too because I saw what's going on around the post I made on my channel and I've read that my followers came all the way here. I also saw how it became crowded here and even a commotion was recorded earlier. So, I thought that it's my fault why all of these things happened today."

"What are you talking about?" Fatima, in her coffee station, questioned as she takes out one of the mugs she just washed. "Well, what you did really take us aback and it shocked us. Yet, at the same time, we're thankful that you somehow indirectly promoted our café and as a result, our sales spiked up and even the owner is thankful for it. We've been talking about it all day, how tiring it is but likewise satisfied for today." She added and motioned Heart to sit on one of the tables that the staffs prepared only for her.

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