Ayesha looked up to see two customers struggling with the tightly sprung gauze door. It’s always a funny sight. One guy wore a blue straw fedora, a short-sleeve Hawaiian shirt and light blue shorts; the other was dressed in tobacco-coloured chinos, a white t-shirt and a grey blazer. And if they did not control the door after they entered, it would —
She dropped her gaze back to the gyoza between her hands and finished pinching it before she placed it onto the nearby tray. Why did ma open Kuu & Ikiru in this neighbourhood? Ayesha thought.
“Sorry,” one of the men said. A hushed whisper. Her lips held back a smirk as she wiped her hands on the nearby tea towel. She raised her head, rose from the chair and produced a smile.