Sense of gratitude

Two days had passed since Amethyst's confrontation with Kyle. She had settled into the rhythm of her part-time job, finding solace in the mundane tasks and interactions with customers. She knew what kind of person her brother was, and that's why Amethyst knew she would go to that coffee shop again. Amethyst just sighed. Still, the encounter had left a bitter taste in her mouth, but she was determined not to let it affect her newfound peace.

She thought that her work in this place would not be interrupted, but she just thought it would. Amethyst just shook her head and put it off in her mind. For her, as long as it does not damage or disturb the customers, there is no problem.

That morning, the café was quiet; the usual rush had not yet begun. Amethyst was cleaning tables when the door opened, and she looked up to see Kyle entering the café once more. Her heart sank, but she steeled herself, placing the rag back into the bucket.

Just as Amethyst expected, Kyle did return. This time, it