Coffeegrounds Everywhere

She looks around the café. All the chairs are empty, there's nothing on the tables, the floor's clean.
She takes a deep breath, letting the emptiness fill her, and breaths out again.
The customers turn up as the clock turns ten past opening hour, and as they receive their orders, the emptiness inside her fills up with... joy, satisfaction, confidence, coffeegrounds.
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I look around the café. The emptiness of it fills me up, as a suppressed excitement building up inside me.
As the first customers enter, I feel the café come to life. It shines a little brighter, smells a bit more of coffee, and my smile turns into a natural 'This is exactly where I'm supposed to be, this is where I belong'-smile.