From the outside it looks beautiful and cozy. Tall, white farm house windows give a peak past the pastel yellow walls into the energetic atmosphere that could even be felt from outside. As you enter the cafe through the little teal door, you're welcomed by the sound of a bell and the smile of a waitress followed by sounds of gleeful chatter over the quiet tunes of the radio. The baristas are buried in orders, but they still manage to welcome you with a wave.
It's as alluring inside as it is on the outside. The walls are covered in photographs of personal achievements, some of happy customers, others of famous celebrities who stopped to visit the corner-store cafe. Fairy lights were strewn across the ceiling, giving off a warm yellow glow among the pastel teal walls, and the antique oak tables and chairs that scattered the room. A small bouquet of seasonal flowers sat in an old mason jar in the center of every table.
The cafe itself is packed, as it is most days in this city. Groups belonging to different organizations crowd the scene, small tables pushed together so the group could sit as a whole, the jars of flowers sitting at another table nearby. Several of the other tables are occupied by couples, friends and smaller families, and anybody else who enjoys a good drink were sitting at the bar near the baristas, seeming to hold lovely conversations with one another.
Perhaps the baristas have enough time to work in your order before you have to leave. After all they're here until 7. The waitress encourages you to take a seat and stay, she promises it won't be too long until your drink arrives.
