falling in love in a coffee shop

Posted: April 22, 2016 in story over coffee
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not necessarily to fall in love with a person but with a coffee shop itself. It was almost weekend and i just had a whole hectic days, be it a plan of moving to a new place (hopefully it will call home) and at the same time my brain works faster and more productive than it used to be and it practically drains me out.

So I dragged my self out from the house, (literally, since all my stuffs scattered around and i should walk extra carefully between all the cardboards) and drove to the town aimlessly. I spotted one small coffeeshop, looks homy with a wooden furniture which is my favourite. I’ve fallen in love with this place in no time. The coffee is good, the price is reasonable, and oh how I love local coffee in a local coffeeshop. And the churros is grand. And because the place is quite small, I found my self talk like an old friend with the barista. Kudos for the small business in a small town. So this is how I spend my almost weekend.

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