Often, it was the polite ones, those with a smile perpetually plastered on their faces, who had the thickest layer of dust covering their hearts. The type who masked their feelings behind a concrete wall. This woman was one such person.
’Wait. Didn’t you say it was your dream to become a coffee-brewing maestro?’
‘Once the dream is fulfilled, it becomes reality. It’s the dreaming that I like. So I got what I wanted.’