11/15/24

Today I found a little coffee shop on the corner. When I walked in, I couldn’t help but delight in the delicious smell of the pumpkin bread and the heater sending out warm air. Music was gently playing.

A sign above the checkout was decorated for Christmas. Mosaics of red and green sprawled it. The word ‘Christmas’ went across it, written in calligraphy.

There was a seat tucked away in the corner—a booth. It had soft yellow lights on the top of it and a large table to work at.

I walk towards it and set down my laptop. I collapsed into the soft cushion, letting out a sign of relief. M_aybe I should grab something_, I said to myself, getting up and walking towards the front.

I was overwhelmed by the smell of drinks and breads and other items. The cashier looked at me kindly as I decided on what I would like.

“May I get the Christmas Delight Coffee with only 2 pumps of caramel?” I asked.

“Sure.” She replied, going to make the drink. After a moment, she came back. “That’ll be $3.”

I paid with my phone, thanking her and heading back to my cozy booth. The coffee let out a pleasing aroma and steamed. As I sat there, I couldn’t help but notice the beauty of this place. Although I certainly didn’t want to work, I knew in my heart that this was the best I could make it.