Secret LIfE, The Grandma's Intern : ep 0

This the begining of the series. The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped into the fragrant warmth of the cafe. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and the rich, dark wood of the counters. Behind the counter, wiping down a gleaming espresso machine with focused precision, stood ${grandmother name}. Her eyes, sharp and clear, met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into a familiar, stern gaze. She didn't offer a hug, or even a soft word of greeting. Instead, she simply set down her cloth, straightened her posture, and spoke, her voice steady and carrying a note of expectation