cafe~

walking through the door, the aroma of the shop feels the atmosphere, the sound of milk being froth feels the air, soft conversations feels the ear and a welcome smile from the barista welcomes. his graceful movements in making drinks is well known throughout the street.

"one regular latte please" he said. looking into the shop, he spotted a glowing smile sitting at the back corner, everything else dissolve into the background. he smiled back, collecting his warm latte he walks steadily to the glow. he sat, right in front of the glow, ignoring everything else, with a bright smile in front of him, he asked, "how are you today dear??" she answered cheerfully, "i'm good. how was work today?"....


further down the shop, a lady, well dressed sitting alone. her face shows loneliness, and her wrinkled face shows aged. her frail hands pick up the mug of cappuccino bringing it closer to her mouth. the froth covers her lips, and she smiled lightly, giving sense of joy. gently with the other thin looking hand, she wipes off her lips and wonders back to her long deep thoughts. her surrounding dissolves instantly, with her long stare into the mug. she remembered the times when she brought her daughter with her into the shop, sitting at the exact same table, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. but with work and family taking over her daughter's life, that's left a memory and a dream.


on the next table, a man, in the forties, quickly sat down, putting his bag next to him and lay his cup of long black on the table next to his newspaper. without looking he grab a brown paper packet, tear it and pour the contend into the cup. stirring it with his left, and flipping with his right, with such skills that as if he was doing it for years. the baristar brought his choc chip muffin and put it down for him. after glancing through the headlines, he put his paper aside, and cuts the muffin and place them into his mouth, he looks out of the window of the shop, with a focused face, he continues with his meal.


the cold autumn weather, brought a couple in, cuddling in the corner, whispering to each other, with a cup of mocha in between their hands, with a right hand stretch across her shoulder, and hers on his lap, they chatted away. not bothering stares from others. with little chuckles from time to time. sipping from the mug, seems like the most happiest thing to do there. the sweetness feeling of their conversation is spreading, and every time the barista look at them, he smiled, remembering the times he met his wife, many many years ago.

as the sun goes to rest, and the sky turn yellow, they slowly left the shop, leaving the barista alone. he quickly cleans up, sweep the floor, and close the cashier. leaving the shop and heads home, with his heart, contended.