"And that was the end of it." She said. I looked at her a little baffled. "You just left?" I asked. She shook her head taking a sip of coffee. "It wasn't easy. But I'm glad its over." "No regrets?" I asked. She looked out the window and sighed. "I am going to miss the private jet. Waiting in airport lines is a bitch." I couldn't help but laugh. I admired Laila for what she did. Giving up her parents money, and moving to a town she barley knew a thing about.
To pursue her passion in cooking. And to open up a restaurant. Something her parents didn't approve of. Saying it was a childish and feverish dream. That she should stay in law school. Then get a job at her fathers firm. They refused to fund any of it. So for the first time in her life she stood up for herself. Dropped out of Law School. Cashed out her trust fund and enrolled in Culinary School. After graduating she rented a building in a place that she referred to as the perfect spot.
Here we were sitting at the (for now) only table in the place, Drinking coffee and looking at paint swatches. "Have I told you that I decided on a name?" She asked. I shook my head. "It's going to be called The Blue Fairy Cafe. Like the fairy from Pinocchio. She believed in dreams. This is my dream, And who knows maybe some day someone will be sitting here having lunch when they realize their dreams."