It was the other day. Kate arrived at the shop with Ara when Nick came out to meet her.

—Hello, Kate, good morning. —Kate looked at him.

—Good morning, Nick.

—I wanted to know if you’d like to have a coffee, so we can talk about the shops and how I could improve my sales. I see you have a famous store.

—I don’t like it, thank you.

—You don’t like coffee? But it could be tea or juice.

—No, I mean I don’t like going out with men who aren’t my husband.

—But we can go out as friends.

—We’re not friends, Nick, and I’m not interested in being friends. We’re just neighbors, do you understand?

—Alright, I understand.

Kate walked into the store with Ara, her mood ruined by the infamous neighbor.

—What does that idiot think? Doesn’t he get hints?

—Well, this time you were very direct, dear.

—I don’t like him. I don’t trust him. He’s hiding something, and I don’t want to fall into a trap.

—I understand you. Let’s work.

The girls got to work. Kate gave instructions and moved around the shop. She