Starbucks

The smell of coffee was intoxicating, in a good way though. People were rushing here and there tying to finish off any work that is left. The early workers and the mores rushing and pushing people while they handled their brown briefcases and the black coffee they had just ordered.
The door bell rings as it kept opening and closing. I watched the people working behind the work stations and as some teenagers coming to get Caramel scented Coffee, looking like they had a though night. I watched the people from my all time favorite spot, the corner of the shop. The cream colored sofas and the glass table was comforting as ever. The table next to me sat empty. The table infront of me was occupied with this cute couple. You could tell they loved each other by they way they looked into each others eyes and the sound of their laughter,they were not apprenhensive at all.The table in the far corner was occupied by a son and a mother. They looked genuinely happy for some reason. The son was happily chomping on his biscuits whilst the mother looked at him in a loving way. The 2 year old jumped up and down looking like an oxymoron when the waiter brought what I asume was a chocolate shake.

Slowly the work started to die off, the customers leave tips on their way out of the café. The happy couple thank the workers as they head towards the exit hand in hand. The son and the mother had left a long time ago leaving nothing but a few silver coins and a messy table.

The young man working behing the station was quite good looking. He surely was worth a double glance. He wore black button down shirts and black trousers and the white/brown apron that all staffs have to wear. He wore Toms my all time favorite shoe, he was wearing the same design as mine but in a different number. He had long shaggy brown hair that almost covered his sea green eyes. He beguiled people just by flipping his hair. He looked dubious for some reason. It looked like he was having a random debate with himself.

I smiled at the young man as I walked past him and the others who were still seated there on the cream colored sofas. This is one place where I spend most of my time sitting and thinking. The small café in the other side of the town called Starbucks.








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