‘A barista’s café’ said the sign attached to a shop whose front door looked like it had been in a fight with a wrestling door champion. Armed with groceries, Jai veered towards the back entrance and swung the door open. He heard strands of an ongoing conversation. It took him a few moments to realize it was his mother, talking to a guy. Being a respectful son, he didn’t interrupt his mother. Instead, Jai rested his shoulder behind a pillar and eavesdropped.
“How may I help you, sir?”, asked his mother.
The man stumbles through his words. “Ah yes. I was actually just wondering if…uh… you know that fair on Saturday? Like um, would you like to-“.
Jai coughs. “Ma? I brought the groceries.”
“Jai”, his mother says, looking at him. Then she turns towards the man,” Oh I’m sorry. This is my son, Jai”
