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The Card Behind the Till
Nina baked bread in a small shop on a quiet street. She wanted one new cafe to buy her bread. One day, just before noon, a man named Omar came in. He had a cafe on North Street, and he wanted fresh bread in the morning.
He liked the smell in the shop. He tried a piece of the brown loaf and nodded. "This is the bread I want," he said. "Can you come to my cafe and talk?"
Nina looked for her business cards. The box on the shelf was empty. She gave her last card away the day before and forgot to get more. Omar smiled and took a card from his pocket. On the card she saw his name, the name of the cafe, his phone number, and his email address.
"Call me," he said.