It All Started With A Book

I woke up to the lovely sounds of saxophone at 6:53 AM coming from my mad neighbour.
I tried to ignore it while I was making coffe and waiting my toast to get ready.
After few hours of unbelieveably horrible sounds I went to the library and killed some time.
Just when I got out of the flat,it started to rain.Heavly.
I ran to the neartest bar and sat in the corner.
Place looked lovely.Furniture was in vintage style,mostly white.Wall was coloured with dark shades of brown,trying to copy texture of the tree.There were placed mostly back and white photos of famous people from 1930s untill the start of 21st century.
Place smelled of coffe,bread and vanilla,which was as weird as strangely nice.
Barman came to me and asked "What would you like to order miss?"with cute british accent.
Time stoped.I forgot how to speak for a moment.
He was really tall.He had dark,brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.I stared at him amazed,as I realised I should say something.