A dazzling but quaint cafe catches my eye while I'm strolling down the sidewalk nearby my work building.
Currently in search for a place to study and have a little lunch, I deem the small coffee shop potential-worthy enough to be my final destination.
As soon as I open the door, a bell above the doorframe is triggered and a resounding, high pitched, pring! hits my ears.
The richly flavored aromas wafting from the kitchen and the cozy and welcoming atmosphere I'm met with immediately sinks into my tense muscles as I find myself able to actually relax a little.
This place is the epitome of a writer's or a reader's dream cafe. Study areas of various themes, shapes, and sizes span across the store, a mini library in the back of the store catches my eye, piquing my interest.
I take my time making my way over to it, slowly walking past a row of beige booths on either side of me and letting my eyes wander over the intricately laid out decor displayed along the walls and ceilings.
It's a wonder I've never seen this place before. Or maybe this place opened only recently.
Either way, this store was cleverly constructed, the creators being considerate enough to add such a variety of study nooks and seating for people alike as every individual has their personal preference of educational study comfort.
Once I reach the library I thought was small, my mouth drops open at the surprisingly expansive size of it. Bookshelves line basically every wall in the room, the shelves reaching as high as the ceiling.
Chairs, couches, and tables are scattered around the room, a few inviting staircases leading up to a couple study nooks several feet above the ground.
The dim lights along the ceiling distributes a tranquil ambience inside the room, dousing it with a sense of ease that seems to hush the few people seated in here.
Choosing a quiet corner with a cozy nook carved out of the wall, with soft cushions covering the seat and a basic table—or maybe it could be considered a desk?—placed in front of it, I make my way towards it, admiring anything and everything I can.
I set my things down once I reach the little study nook and head over to the front counter to order myself a drink.
I don't think I'm ready to eat lunch quite yet, I admit to myself, not wanting to upset my still slowly settling stomach.
Scanning over the menu, I almost have a hard time choosing a drink, and I get so lost in deciding between a matcha frappe or a matcha tea, that I haven't even realized I'm next in line until a smooth, british male voice catches my attention.
My eyes dart away from the menu, and I'm suddenly aware that I'm at the front of the line, when, last time I checked, I was at the tail end of it, dawdling over ordering a small snack.
"Pardon me, Miss," the gentlemen in at the register informs me politely, his british accent smooth and soothing. "I believe you're next in line?"
My eyes meet a pair of warm grey irises with icy blue slivers sprinkled amongst the piercing grey flecks in them.
"Yes, of course," I rush to answer after having taken far too long staring at him. "Right, yes, I'm sorry, I was just...having a little trouble choosing what to order."
He nods in understanding, an amused smirk flashing across his lips. His eyes crinkle slightly at the edges and there are several dimples that carve deeply into his dusted pink cheeks the wider he smiles.
"Is something funny?" I ask, tilting my head in slight confusion.
"Not at all," he replies with a light shake of his head, struggling to hide his smile. "My apologies—what can I get for you today?" A splash of giddiness pools inside his cool grey-blue eyes, his expression reminding me of a curious puppy.
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⊹˚₊‧》Simple Story Drabbles《‧₊˚⊹
Kısa Hikayeજ⁀➴₊⊹So far, I don't plan on doing anything much with these random story scene ideas but I thought I'd share them to any passerby looking for a short and simple read.˚ ༘₊·
