They were the land owner and his daughter, the meeting was happening here because his daughter either worked here or owned it.
The daughter then remembered that there was another person present, "Oh, I'm sorry. How may I help you?"
"Ah, yes, well I don't know the menu and I don't like coffee. So, my choices are rather slim."
"Well then I'll give you a minute."
"No, no. It's fine. I see that you have some warm tea options. So, you can surprise me with a random floral tea and I noticed that you have some tarts on display. So I'll take a random floral tea, a raspberry tart, and an acre of industrial land. The total should be around $15,000 or so."
There was a silent bewilderment that lasted for a few moments before the daughter spoke up, "So, you're the one that is meeting us here today?"
"That's me."
Then the old man spoke, "A youngan' like this? Ain't no way. Looks like he hasn't scuffed his hands since birth."
The daughter chidded him, "Dad! Don't be rude."
But the old man continued, "What? It's not like I said anything wrong. He probably comes from a family with a little bit of money and thinks that he is going to play blue collar."
The daughter spoke up again, "Dad! Enough! I have worked far too long, and far too hard to help you sell off all of your old land. So stop making things harder for me."
It was time for the old man to speak again, "I know, but I have my rules. I sold my land to those other guys because they knew hard work, they were salt of the earth. And I ain't going to compromise on my values because of a error in paperwork."
While this was going on I just stood to the side in silence, I knew better than to get in the middle of a family argument, however, I also wanted to buy the land. So, I figured it was about time that I spoke up.
I said, "Actually, despite how young I look I am 25. Also I have worked in a variety of different fields. Some to note would be blacksmithing, construction, and sanitation work. So despite my appearance I have done my fair share of work. And while my family does have a decent amount of money, that is their money not mine. I plan on purchasing your property today with a full cash amount that I earned myself."
The old man doubtfully said, "And you expect me to believe that hogwash?"
I shot back, "It's not about belief. It's about my word. My word is my bond. I have a high regard for honor and in understanding that the most valuable thing a man can possess is his word."
The old man smirked, "Damn straight."
The daughter sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Since things seem to be going well, you guys can have a seat. And dad, I'll get you your regular."
He replied, "thanks pumpkin."
We walked over to a four person stand alone table and sat down, with him on one side and me on the other.
He then brought up another topic, "So, why did you stop working the blue collar jobs?"
"What makes you think I did?"
"Well, because no blue collar worker could afford to buy land and then hope to build something on it without thinking that he was going to do everything himself. And you certainly don't look like you have that in mind."
"Well, certainly not for this. No. I mean it's obvious that I'm skinny right?"
"Yep"
"Well I've always been this way, and no matter how hard I work or eat I just don't put on any weight. I have great hand eye coordination and plenty of physicality. But it just doesn't matter when you can't get big enough to pull your own weight on a job site."
"I hear ya."
"Not only that, I realized that working that kind of job really trades blood and sweat for money, and I could make more somewhere else."
"And where's that?"
"The stock market."
"Uh-huh. And what do you plan on doing with the land?"
"I plan to start a business refurbishing cars and selling them."
"Hmm, not a lot of money in that business."
"I know. But people on Metube seem to like it."
"Oh… Ok, I see what you're doing."
"Yeah. Most of the money will come from the Metube side but that also means we can sell the cars for cheap and help out people who need a car for cheap. That's not to say that we won't sell a car for a lot if it is worth a lot. Just that with cheap cars will sell for cheap."
"Of course. And you have everything together?"
"Just about. I still need to send my technician to complete the Safety Inspection Course."
"So, you don't have to take some place else to get it road worthy, nice."
While we were finishing up that talk the daughter came over with the food and refreshment, as well as a folder.
She set the food and drinks down in front of us and sat next to her dad and asked, "So do you think you can sell it to him?"
The old man replied with vitality, "Of course."
She said, "Good. Then these are the land deeds and documents. As well as the sales contract."
I took the folder and gave them a glance over and read the contract carefully. While reading I ate the tart which was delightful. I really do love tarts. The floral tea was also nice. I could taste spring blooming in the cup.
While reading I asked an important question, "One question I have is what was that about a paperwork error you said before?"
The old man said, "Oh, that? The land I sold to the two other fellas were meant to split the land between the two of them but there was a paperwork error that left an acre slip right in the middle."
"I see, that must have been frustrating."
"You bet it was."
Everything was in order so I signed both copies of the contract and handed the contract back over to their side of the table.
They looked it over and said, "It looks good you will have 72 hours to send over the funds and then you will be the rightful owner of the land."