It was likely the most somber occasion for her to pay a visit to the now don. One of those times when life truly made note of how much time had passed from the days of childhood, the paths each person had gone to the day she stood in his office, holding the very same box of treats she'd always brought, or sent when the times called for it and the café been too busy.

They had been calling time and time again. She'd only just put down the phone for the tenth time that day, informing the voice on the other yet again that Nico wasn't available, especially not for utterly spontaneous meetings. There was no need to mention that said rule fit perfectly for people on certain lists with specific directive to call again later. Rüya found herself rolling her eyes before she could help it, very well knowing no one was watching; least of all the voice.

The store had been closed all day and thus no visitor expected. Hours had been spent on sorting the finances, setting up data sheets she'd eventually hand to her family and Nico respectively. Given the event of the last few days, Safia had kept her head down to focus on things that could keep them going, even if only in her own small way. When the doorbell rang out, there was a hint of surprise on her face as she stood by the counter, still going over the papers in front of her, having moved there from the back office not long after texting Nico.