Indeed, after these words, the people who were gossiping became much quieter and did not dare to speak after looking at each other face to face.
One of them even leaned towards Brisa, -I’m sorry, we also felt a sudden curiosity and we meant no harm, we won’t say anything more after you have explained.
Brisa looked at her once again, she was a later girl and used to be quite hard working, so she waved her hand at her, -Forget it, I didn’t want to be your leading lady either, but it’s about my daughter’s reputation and it’s disrespectful to your late wife, so I better explain it to you clearly and you know it.
-I got it, I won’t do it again.
The others nodded as well.
A misunderstanding was thus quelled by Brisa.
Upstairs, in the special room, Yanis placed the noodles in front of Miguel, who smiles at him.
-Thank you.
Yanis smiled back before saying.
-Then I’ll leave you alone.
This is the first time he came since it opened and he seemed to be contemplating something when he came in earlier, probably because he had so many memories of him and his wife that he didn’t feel like coming and also wanted to.
Of course these were Yanis’ assumptions, but really even if which one, Miguel would have been one of those who didn’t want anyone but his late wife to stay with him, although he would have liked to entertain his superiors, but it was better not to do much more than that.
Ten minutes later, the delivery van arrived and some large and small boxes were moved by Yanis alone, although there were others to help, but it was Yanis who was the fastest.
Yanis was surprised to see a figure in the crowd, Miguel, who had come down from the second floor.
-Mr. Miguel, why are you down here?
Miguel was a man and he was very strong. Yanis could only carry one crate at a time and then make a few more trips, but he easily lifted several crates at a time.
Yanis trotted after him holding a crate.
-Mr. Miguel, you are a guest and sort of my boss, you can leave these things, I can do them.
But Miguel said indifferently, -It’s all right, I came across it by chance and helped anyway, you don’t need to feel pressured. Besides, when did I become your boss? You run your own store and I collect rent, it’s a reasonable deal.
-Okay, but these things….
Yanis wanted to say something else, but Miguel was quite insistent, so she didn’t persuade him, and just walked faster and called the others from the kitchen to help her, trying to get the goods in before Miguel had to carry a lot of boxes.
Five minutes later, with everything moving, Brisa poured Miguel a cup of genmaicha and said with a smile,
-Thank you sir, for all your work, have a cup of tea.
Miguel took a sip of his tea, -Thank you, by the way, why don’t you get a boy to help you in the store?
Before Yanis could explain, he heard Brisa, -Normally Yanis’ father moves it, but he’s not here today.
-That’s right.
Miguel glanced at Yanis.
Although the girl was young and looked very thin, she had a lot of energy, especially when she knew she couldn’t dissuade him, and she was quick to take on all the work.
She was really energetic and dynamic.
It was no wonder that Zain, the deadly dull, had fallen in love.
Miguel had asked her about her schedule and that she worked late in the office every day….
He wasn’t sure how long he had been able to hold out when he had a boy who was attracted, but he was very incocent.
If he could, he’d be happy to lend his best friend a hand, but unfortunately he was so unenlightened that he didn’t even have the opportunity to set him up, and it was a real pain in the ass.
-Miss Yanis doesn’t look very young, so maybe I can find a free worker for the long term.
Michael said this with his fingertips tapping the tabletop and with a somewhat haughty expression on his face.
Yanis froze for a moment and reacted instantly; didn’t long-term free service mean a marriage groom?
-Mr. Miguel, I don’t have one yet….
Brisa had also come to her senses and quickly stepped in front of her to ask Miguel: -Would you like to be my daughter’s matchmaker?
Matchmaker?
She didn’t expect Miguel to become a matchmaker someday, but if it was his best friend, maybe he would try.
-In that case, I have a friend I can introduce her to, except he’s older.
-Older? -Breeze’s mind instantly went to an older man, bearded, shabbily dressed and probably with a questionable personality. How else could there be men that age who weren’t married, or too rich, or too demanding, or with problems of their own.
But soon Brisa reacted again; Miguel was older too, but with a strong aura, not much better than that of a young boy, and his image was even more necessary.
What kind of scruffy man would someone who might know him be?
I was really overthinking it.
-A little older, eccentric, and never had a girlfriend since he was a kid.
-What, you’ve never had a girlfriend? -Brisa was shocked, how was it possible, a man that age had never had a girlfriend? Was it possible that he really had some kind of hidden disease?
-When a group of us started our families later, he was the only one who was still single, I didn’t expect him to stay the same after all these years.
Off to the side, Yanis was wearing a bit of a strange expression.
“Older, eccentric, never had a girlfriend.”
It was strange, why did the name of a person automatically come to his head when he heard these descriptions of Miguel?
No, how could it be him, Miguel should not know Zain.
These days, although time passed, Yanis thought less and less about Zain, she was so busy, working in the store, coming home, researching new products, then shopping for supplies to buy, sometimes so tired that she went to bed after a shower.
Only occasionally did Zain appear in her dreams at midnight.
Then she woke up with tears wetting her pillow when Yanis realized she still loved Zain. But during the week, he had been able to completely hypnotize himself into not liking him anymore.
Little did she know that now Miguel would casually mention some characteristics and she would think of him again.
-Would it be possible to be single for so many years and not be married? Or did Yanis have no chance?