He picked his city center location, the first one he had launched, where his mother once assisted with baking pies. As he stepped onto the pavement, the hum of traffic and morning pedestrians surrounded him. The aroma of frying bacon wafted through the air. His pulse quickened. Inside the café, the recognizable red seats and patterned tile floor welcomed him.
healthyadmin I work as a teacher, and one evening—after a long day of classes and stressful parent meetings—I was completely exhausted. I decided to stop by a café near the school…