Luck is on Calista's side. The time on her watch still showed an hour until the boutique opened, but suddenly Dian was seen sitting on the terrace beside the boutique. The atmosphere outside the terrace can be seen from the inside through the large glass that runs along the sides.
Calista tapped the glass with her knuckles. Dian, staring at the street, turned her face to look for the source of the sound. She smiled cheerfully when she saw hrt only friend smiling at her.
"You came in the morning. Is it always this early every day?" Calista approached Dian and sat in front of her. The iron chair with beautiful copper strands witnessed the chat of two friends in the morning.