You had a good brisk walk and entered a small minimalistic cafe just across the street. You then push the polished wooden door open. Inside, various smells rush through your body to the point your mind can't handle it, such as the strong scent of coffee or fresh pastry. However, you don't mind that. Instead of just standing next to the entrance, you go in line to order some hot Cappuccino and maybe some crispy bread. You walked towards the plain birch reception desk while listening to the loud coffee machine and pumps.
You looked around and saw people doing all sorts of things, some reading, sketching, scrolling mindlessly on their phones or typing away on their laptops. The interior is just jaw dropping. Big windows with a bunch of sunlight giving the room life and warmth. White walls and furniture just made it even more brighter and welcoming. Finally, your turn to order and you and the barista are discussing your order . Her voice sounds like you, extremely tired but more gentle.
You got your coffee, you almost dropped it onto the light wooden floor and almost ruined it with a rose beige stain. You shivered from the sight of almost wasting your money. You sit down on a comfy black cushion tied to a white chair, with your back pressed against the cold surface and open your laptop. You slack into your seat because it is too comfy and relaxing. The soft lofi music made it even more heavenly. Just biting into that crunchy kimcheese toast sprinkled with fresh spring onion, made you cram it all into your mouth. Now you can finally drink the creamy coffee you have been craving for. It was a bit colder than when you first got your coffee yet still sweet and satisfying. All while just writing this journal.
