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Petra was sitting at the table waiting for Bryan and her mother-in-law so they could have coffee together. After a few minutes, Bryan appeared all dressed up and smelling nice. — Are you sure you don't want to have coffee with us? — Bryan asked his mother. — I do, dear. — Rebekah replied. — I’m going to the salon, and after that, I’ll go to the mall; your father wants me to help him with some personal matters. I promise I'll join you another time. — That's okay. Bye, Mom. — Bryan said, receiving a warm smile from her and a wave goodbye. — Bye, son. — she said. — Bye, Petra. — Bye! — Petra said, looking skeptically at the woman leaving and soon at Bryan, who was coming over to have coffee. — I want to make you an invitation. — Bryan said as he joined Petra. — What would that be? — Pe