of a strangely acquired taste, a little cup of bitterness
T'was a nice windy morning, the sun neither too bright nor too shy. A cooling refreshing breeze swept by, rustling the leaves and tugging at my overcoat. If there ever was a need to describe an ideal Autumn morning, this would do perfectly. Staring up at the clouds racing by above, I sat myself down at this nice cozy little cafe. It is early morning still, so there are few customers up and about.
The barrista approached, the small little leather menu tucked neatly beneath one arm. There's something quaint and charming about the practice of this establishment. I'm sure everything is going to turn out just fine.
What would you like, sir?
One Espresso please.
Would you like cream or sugar with that?
Neither, thank you.
Looking up at his surprised expression, I nod at him and smiled.
I've grown used to it, don't worry.
I can almost tell it's going to be a most pleasant morning.
The barrista approached, the small little leather menu tucked neatly beneath one arm. There's something quaint and charming about the practice of this establishment. I'm sure everything is going to turn out just fine.
What would you like, sir?
One Espresso please.
Would you like cream or sugar with that?
Neither, thank you.
Looking up at his surprised expression, I nod at him and smiled.
I've grown used to it, don't worry.
I can almost tell it's going to be a most pleasant morning.