Love Began with the First Meeting

Some memories, though distant, would stay in the heart forever, especially the painful ones, which were full of regrets.

Molly stood on the street across the cafe which she had visited the day before. She wasn't sure about her next move should she go in or walk away? Brian's words rang in her ear. What she was really concerned about wasn't that her corneas had been donated to Becky, but the entire thing planned by Bri. She thought it might mean that Brian cared for Becky more. Now that she knew everything, she wasn't really angry anymore, and her hatred for Becky had diminished.

Just as Brian had said, she and Becky were blood kins after all. Even though neither of them liked to admit this truth, even though everything had been a mistake from the very beginning, no one could erase this bond. Eventually, Molly walked towards the cafe. She pushed the European-style glass door open. A waitress walked to her and greeted her.

It was still pretty early in the day, so there weren't many people inside. She looked around and saw that she was the first customer. The waiters and waitresses were still preparing the tables and cleaning the floor.

"Are you here alone, Madam?" a waitress asked Molly, who was glancing around. "We are just about to open for the day. Would you like a seat next to the window?"

"I'll take that table." Molly pointed to the table where she sat yesterday and walked to it. "I would like a cup of mokka and a set of tiramisu."

"All right. Please wait for a short while," the waitress said with a warm smile. After a few minutes, she returned with the coffee and tiramisu.

"Is there a person named Becky working here?" Molly inquired after the waitress had served the food.

"Yes, Madam. Do you know Becky?" the waitress asked back. When she saw Molly's slight nod, she continued, "Becky isn't here yet. She will come in for work at 11 am."

Molly nodded again. "I'll wait for her here."

"Okay." Confused and surprised, the waitress walked away from the table. As far as she could remember, ever since Becky had started working at the cafe, no one had ever come looking for her. It was like she had no connection here, and no one ever called or texted her, either. So, who this woman was? And who she was to Becky?

"Miranda, is that customer looking for Becky?" a young girl behind the counter asked curiously. She looked like she was barely in her twenties.

Miranda nodded. "Yeah.

She was sitting there yesterday as well...I think." The girl inclined her head towards Miranda. "Becky came in just about five minutes after she had left."

Miranda automatically turned to look at Molly. She murmured, "She is dressed in expensive designer clothes. Everything about her yells high class society. What does someone like her have to do with Becky? She is not here to mess with Becky, is she?" "Probably not," said the girl behind the counter. "She seems friendly. Plus, Becky is such a nice person. Who would ever want to mess with her?"

Miranda was easily convinced. Becky was handicapped, but she worked diligently to support herself. The cafe owner and all the employees liked her. Some regular customers were very fond of her as well. They loved the coffee specially prepared by Becky. They always praised her saying that Becky's skills could be easily compared to some professional baristas.

Minutes ticked by. It was 11 a.m. Before going to work, Becky went to a shop in the nearby street to buy some new clothes. She came into the cafe from a different entrance, and from where Molly was sitting, she didn't see her come in.

"Becky, that customer is looking for you." The girl behind the counter turned her head towards where Molly was sitting. "She has been here since early morning."

Becky frowned slightly, and turned to the direction she was looking at. Even though she could only see Molly's back, it took her no time to recognize her. She gritted her teeth, a sense of hatred leaking out from the bottom of her eyes. But it soon disappeared. "I don't know her," Becky coldly replied. Then she rolled her wheelchair to the fitting room. "I'll go and change."

The girl glanced at Becky curiously. When Miranda passed by, the girl told her, "Miranda, Becky says she doesn't know her."

Miranda stayed silent. From where she had been, she could see Becky's face clearly. If Becky didn't know who the woman really was, then there would have been confusion on her face. Instead, there was a spark of recognition and then complete indifference. When Becky was ready for work, a couple came in. As usual, she did her job diligently. Maybe she was trying to prove herself, or maybe she just wanted to bury herself in the tight schedule so that she could forget her past.

As Becky led the couple to the corner table, Molly finally saw her. But Becky didn't look towards her at all. She took the couple's order and sent it to the kitchen. While she was busy working, there was a sense of confidence around her, which was rather attractive. Molly called the waitress who had served her earlier, and asked, "May I have some time with her?" After all, Becky was working at the moment. It would have been rude to just walk up to her and interrupt her work. She didn't want to cause trouble for the cafe.

The waitress quickly glanced at Becky, then nodded. "It should be all right. But I am not sure if Becky wants to talk to you." She had been Becky's colleague for several years now. If this customer really knew Becky, then she wouldn't have ignored her. Since Becky chose to ignore her, it meant that they had some sort of strained relationship.

She was in the service industry and she possessed the skill to read people's mind and understand their thoughts to a certain level.

And just as she had expected, Becky had no intention of talking to Molly at all. Now that she was finally enjoying a peaceful life, she didn't want to return to the past. No, she couldn't return to the past. She wasn't the eldest daughter of the Yan family now, nor was she Brian Long's lover. There was no turning back.

Molly noticed that Becky was avoiding her. She thought of approaching her, but soon she gave up the idea. In the past, Molly was a blue-collar worker herself, working at various places like this cafe. She knew that everyone had his or her self-esteem, especially Becky, who had once been in the highest social hierarchy.

Sitting up straight, Molly diverted her eyes from Becky. But she didn't leave; she just sat there, staring out the window. The coffee had turned cold, and she ordered another one. When the new one turned cold, she ordered again. She lost count of the number of cups of coffee she had ordered, and the desserts had piled up on her table- a set of tiramisu, a mousse, a black forest gateau, a macaroon. To an outsider, it would have seemed like she was trying to taste every single dessert in the store.

"Becky, who is that?" Miranda couldn't resist her curiosity, which finally propelled her to ask Becky the question. Becky had always kept a relatively good relationship with everyone in the cafe, but she didn't share any deep connection or friendship with anyone in the cafe either. No one had any clue as to who she really was or where she was from. She was all alone that was all they knew.

Becky knew that Miranda was referring to Molly. She casually replied, "Just a customer who can pay."0000000