Tunde burst out laughing.
Obina looked at the deed and muttered, “That foolish girl just funded her own competition.”
Within three weeks, Ada’s Café opened in Lekki.
White walls.
Wooden tables.
Fresh flowers.
A proper espresso machine.
A menu she designed herself.
Every drink had a name.
Mushin Morning.
Island Breeze.
Mama’s Love.
By the end of the first week, people were lining up outside.
By the end of the first month, it was the most talked-about café on the Island.
People came for the coffee.
They stayed for Adese.
She remembered every customer’s name, every regular order, every small detail of their lives. She treated everyone the same—whether they wore Gucci or rubber slippers.
When someone asked Tunde, who was pretending to be a part-time barista, how she did it, he shrugged.
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