As the little bell rang to the sound of the creaking door, my ears filled with indiscernible chatter but for a single “Welcome miss!”. I stood in line for my usual coffee with a hint of milk. Ahead of me was a boy who couldn’t be more than seventeen whilst behind me was a fragile elderly lady. Around us; were frivolous couples and first dates, men on laptops, women sitting gracefully on their own, tables filled with plates. Soon after my observations, the sun parted on that day. A roll of thunder brought the drops at the summit of the roof drizzling down to the agitated footsteps below. We, the lucky ones, showed no intolerance to the sudden outpour. The air filled with the scent of coffee mingled with the rain. The warmth of the cafe seemed ever so present with the drops gathering against the window. Cup in my hands, I cooled my coffee with a gentle blow, as I sat near the window, and watched the trickling rain.