he next day, Brishti rushed to the corner table as soon as her shift started. To her surprise, a new note was waiting for her.
"You replied! I didn't think you would. Tell me, Brishti—is it always this peaceful here, or is it just because of you?"
Brishti gasped. How did the stranger know her name? Then she realized she was wearing her employee name tag. She smiled and wrote back: "The peace is in the coffee, not me. Why do you hide behind notes?"
She spent the whole evening wondering who this mysterious 'Note Writer' could be. Was it the quiet boy who always read poetry in the corner, or the businessman who never looked up from his laptop?