An elderly man greeted her with a warm smile. Another customer was finishing up at the counter, and once they left, Sofía stepped forward.
"Sir, I'd like this donut," she said cheerfully, pointing to a chocolate-covered one that looked sinfully good.
He packed it, took her money, and handed it over.
Smiling, Sofía sat on a small couch by the window and savored every bite. It had been so long since she'd tasted something sweet.
At Fernando's house, breakfast meant pancakes neatly arranged on the island. Dinner was always pizza, lasagna, burgers, steak.
It wasn't bad.
But it wasn't sweet.
When she finished, she tossed the wrapper into the trash and returned to the counter.
"Sir," she began politely, tilting her head and summoning the same pout that used to melt her grandfather's resolve, "I forgot my phone at home. I was supposed to meet my friend here, but she hasn't arrived yet. Would you mind if I borrowed your phone for a minute?"
The old man chuckled softly.
