The sun was hiding behind the clouds; about to go inside the ocean. The skies were painted in an excellent shade of cherry pink. The clouds appeared like pink cotton candies. There in a big town, away from hustle and bustle of city, stood a small aesthetic Cafe. If you enter it, your ears will be filled with sweet melody of jazz and your nose will be filled by sweet aroma of vanilla, coffee, caramel and chocolate. The cafe didn't have much visitors, just few regular people who who knew the owner very well. The cafe was owned by an arcane girl. Her name was Riya singh. She was Indian but wanted to open a Cafe in Paris. She was a petite girl with doe eyes and small nose with a mole in center. Her skin was tan and she had soft brown hair which reached her shoulders were right now tied in a tight ponytail. She wore a black top which was lose and fell till her thighs. She wore black jeans which showed her perfectly sculptured legs. She wore a peach and sage green apron which matched the prime colors of her cafe. The bell at the entrance chimed which meant the first customer of the evening came. She turned around to face her, a jolly woman in her late 40s. That woman always fascinated her as she looked young and was more energetic than Riya. She ordered cold coffee and started a small talk with Riya. She gave the lady her coffee as the lady gave her money and went to a table to sit and enjoy her coffee. The cafe was quiet for a while, the only sound came was the lady talking on phone loudly with her friend. Soon there was another chim of bell, she looked towards the door and breathe got hitched.
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She saw the most surreal human being she ever saw. His black curly hair covered his brown mysterious eyes. He walked and stood in front of the counter. But Riya forgot to breath or speak."Cat got your tongue ?" "Yess..n-no I mean......what can I get for you ?" Riya mentally slapped herself for stuttering. The man smirked "One macchiato" She prepared her order and gave him. She smiled at him " what's your name ?" He simply walked away to sit in the farthest corner of the cafe. "Rude" she thought and got busy with other customers, sometimes stealing glances at the mysterious stranger.
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