"It was your Auntie," the old man said, picking up a piece of fruit he had brought for me.
"Auntie told you?"
"She told the whole neighborhood," he chuckled, though he looked a little fearful. "She told us to stop poking around. When I say 'poking around'... I'm putting it lightly. She's not as kind to everyone else as she is to you. I think it's because you call her 'Auntie' so sweetly."
I blinked in surprise. I always knew Auntie was a bit rough, but I didn't think she would go around telling people to leave me alone. Was that why no one here asked me questions more than at the cafe? Also, I didn't know she knew about my breakup.
I wanted to ask more but decided to trust Auntie. After all, this wasn't the first time she had seen through me.
"Just don't tell her I told you," the old man added quickly, looking at the door as if he expected Auntie to jump out at any moment.
