Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 51

Either stay upstairs for the cafe-restaurant experience or head downstairs for the nightlife. Whether it's in a pub or a cafe. Sometimes it is hard to decide. They smiled at her. After all, they weren't so horrible. Perhaps they'd had a difficult day. But then, that is only a bad day—not a bad life. Deborah went to her right and took the stairs. She ascended the steps, holding onto the railing. When she reached a table, she took the chair out from under it and sat. 

There was a little balcony erected in the area. You could see who was coming in and leaving out from this vantage point. When viewed from above, this artwork was exquisite. She cast a glance at the wall-mounted photographic prints of street activity, traffic lights, and nudity. The furnishings were vintage. A menacing jazz melody drifted in the background. Deborah, Tadow, and Masego sat at the coffee shop alone, listening for a while.

That day, she discovered that she liked being in tiny places, like cafés, and listening to jazz music. A job was what she needed now. When recruiting customer service representatives, the general guideline is to "select the best fit, not the best qualified." When someone is supportive, they fit in better. particularly about commercial endeavors. The waiter arrives and places the cappuccino on a tray. She appears irritated and angry. This place is so unconventional that this kind of mood seems a little out of the ordinary. She gives the cappuccino to Deborah.

"I'm thankful," Deborah said.

Then, as she sat there in this remote coffee shop, the aromas of the coffee captivated her, causing an energy rush with each cup of coffee. She sipped the first drink, then craned her neck for a second one.

It seemed as though she washed away painful memories with the hot sips. Still standing there, waiting to take her order, was the waitress. Debbie was still undecided about what dinner she wanted, and this was making her stressed and agitated.

Deborah tugged at her hair and closed her eyes. She saw someone who seemed disturbed, depressed, or as though someone in her family had passed away.

"Sorry, ma'am, may I take your order?" The irritable waitress inquired

Deborah hung her head in shame for a moment. She had a severe grimace on her face and large, teary eyes. In reality, she was harming herself. to flee her home and seek refuge with friends. just to flee from her friends despite the small inconvenience.

"Ma'am, your order?"

The waitress would have none of it. She had no intention of waiting indefinitely.

Deborah blinks out of it when she reads the name on the badge.

I apologize, Susan. Please give me a large cake and fries.

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"Yes, a salsa too, if you will."

"Salsa, chips, and fatcake are coming right up."

Deborah was supposed to be here right then. Stay away from the Amapiano music that made you feel as though you were a 90-year-old guy who had finished dancing with his daughter. The music rocked every bone in your body.