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Chapter 1

On the corner of the street in Aston Town, where the traffic was slow and gloomy, one small café stood still, a mysterious café with a signboard reading "Lucy's Magic Café" in front of it. The building was old, and the peeled paint on the lime green walls gave the impression of being aged and shady, as if the café were deserted and appeared to be a haunted structure, with spider webs covering almost every part of it. However, the café was open for business 24 hours a day. People passed by, but not a single soul attempted to look, as if their eyes could not see that café. Despite this, the cakes inside the cake display cabinets visible through the window were changed every day as if they were sold out.

However, something unusual happened at the café one day. A yellow umbrella stopped in front of the café in the pouring rain. A young girl in a school uniform was under the shade of the umbrella. One of her hands was clutching a wrinkled piece of paper. She came to a halt on the café's terrace, her gaze drawn inside the mysterious establishment. The dirty window prevented her from seeing the view inside the café. She tried to wipe away the dust so she could look inside. She was surprised to see a woman inside the cafe with a broom in her hand, sweeping the floor. The woman then noticed that someone was peering through the café's window. She was offended to witness such an act; it irritated her. When the girl exchanged a glance with the mysterious woman, she was taken aback. With her curly red hair, the woman appeared pale, and her cheekbones were pointed and high. Her green eyes were fixed on the terrified girl outside the café. The woman was enraged; she stormed out of the café and yelled at the girl,

"How dare you look in my window and touch it?" The woman was upset and raised her eyebrows, asking, "Are you bored enough to irritate me?"

"I'm sorry," the girl said. She was terrified, but she presented a piece of paper to the woman and asked, "Are you Lucy?"

"Yes, my name is Lucy," the woman replied, but she wondered, "How can you see the café?"

"What do you mean?" the girl replied.

"This café should be unnoticed by humans." Lucy clapped her hands as if she realized something. "Perhaps the curse has been lifted."

"I don't get it." The girl was still perplexed. "I'm just looking for Lucy's Magic Café's address, which is written in this paper."

Lucy took the paper from the girl’s hand. On that piece of paper, she could see her handwriting and the address of her cafe. She remembered that she had given the piece of paper to a young man from her past. She wondered who the girl in front of her was.

"This piece of paper does not belong to you," Lucy told the girl, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Yes, it belongs to my grandfather," the girl explained. "My grandfather told me that if I needed help, I should find Lucy, the owner of Lucy’s Magic Café."

Lucy was taken aback; she had only recently realized how much time had passed. She then turned around and saw the view of Aston Town, realizing that everything had changed. She took a step further away from the café, staring at the building and realizing how unsightly it was. Her opulent café structure had deteriorated over time. Lucy had been hiding inside her café for a long time, unaware that everything around her had changed. Lucy returned to the café's terrace and apologized to the girl.

"Sorry for my behavior; I haven’t had a human customer for decades."

Lucy welcomed the young girl into the café. She allowed her to enter the café. The interior of the café captivated the young girl. It had a classic appearance and antique furniture. The café appeared to be quite old.

"Can I get you something?" Lucy politely offered the girl

"Maybe a soda," the girl answered.

"I don't have anything like that here." Lucy was frustrated because she had not stocked up on human goods in such a long time. "But I have this bubbly tea, which should taste similar."

"That will be fine."

The girl was not sure about the drink, but refusing it would be impolite after such an incident. Lucy poured the girl a cup of tea, which was constantly bubbling.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to ask your name," Lucy said.

"I’m Hannah" The girl introduced her name.

"What a lovely name," Lucy started to question Hannah, "so what brings you here, Hannah?"

"I heard from my grandfather that you could do magic stuff."

"And what kind of magic trick do you want me to do?"

"I have this little crush, you know, because Valentine's Day is approaching."

"A love potion after decades?" Lucy looked surprised. "I can help you with anything, but this love thingy is not my kind of interest."

"He is quite famous at my school; I just want him to be mine, just for Valentine's Day."

"The love potion only lasts 24 hours."

"It's fine; it's wonderful," Hannah said, nodding her head.

"It will cost $25."

"Wow, that's pricey."

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: NS Raveneir
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Cover: XN
Korrektorat: NS Raveneir
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.07.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-9338-0

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