Natasha Cameron looked around the coffee shop for the last time. She had started working here with her mother and sister after school when she was fifteen years old. Her mother had decided three years previously to offer her two daughters Antonia and Natasha, a chance to buy her out when she and her husband decided to move to sunny Queensland to retire.
Neither of the girls had thought to question each other, believing the other loved working and owning the coffee shop. Boy what a shock that had been when Toni had finally posed the question to her sister a little over a month ago regarding the little shop. Both of them had found out that neither of them particularly enjoyed working in the coffee shop.
When Toni had finally become engaged to the two men she was in love with, Toni had told Tash she wanted to become an author and Tash had finally confided in her sister advising she wanted to become an artist. They had immediately put the shop up for sale and to their surprise the two men pursuing Tash, Jason and Sean Gallagher had two friends in the near town of Bendigo who were looking to branch out with a franchise with their own coffee shop and they bought the shop within a week.
The two Gallagher brothers had met Tasha when she had traveled to the nearby town of Bendigo, when they were looking for a new catering supplier for the shop. The men had decided then and there that Tasha was the one woman for them and had set about courting her. They had moved their business named Gallagher's Catering Supplies from Bendigo to the town of Passion so quickly it had made her head spin.
How the hell they had moved their business and set up living space above their warehouse within a month was totally beyond her; and now they had offered her to lease their spare room in their loft apartment, so she would have cheap rent and would be able to spend time painting.
Tasha gave a sigh as she turned off the lights for the last time, closed and locked the door behind her. Even though she and Toni had eventually come to despise running the coffee shop, there were a lot of good memories that would echo through her mind as she recalled working there. It was like a part of her life had been left behind and if she thought about that was exactly how she felt.
Tasha was feeling decidedly despondent and lonely. Her sister was no longer sharing her apartment and now their coffee shop was no more. There would be no more laughing or teasing between the two siblings; and that was what was really troubling her. She missed her sister dreadfully even though she only lived about fifteen minutes away. Until recently, they had not spent any time apart since she had been born.
Tasha wasn't usually quick to anger or to cry, but as she walked away from the shop for the last time she felt tears coursing down her cheeks. She did not realize the slump of her shoulders and the slight hunch in her upper back was there for the world to read. She got into her car and drove away without once looking back.