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Isabella settled herself onto the chair positioned in front of the counter, her gaze fixed on Layla, who stood behind it. With genuine curiosity, Isabella inquired about Layla's tenure at this establishment, her voice laced with intrigue. "From how long are you working here?"

Layla paused momentarily, absorbing the question before providing a response. The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she leaned forward, acknowledging Isabella's query. "Me?" she repeated, seeking confirmation, to which Isabella nodded affirmatively.

A faint smile lingered on Layla's face as she embarked on narrating her work history with Giovanni, the proprietor of the establishment. As if reminiscing about cherished memories, she began, her voice carrying a sense of nostalgia. "Well, I have been working for Giovanni since the very day he came into this world, since he was born."

As Layla's words reverberated through the air, Isabella's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, her facial expression mirroring he