Before entering the café, I caught a preview of what was to come. A single glass door separated two worlds, the one I currently stand in being the cold putrid street with crowds of people and the café’s snug world, full of calm lighting, chatty people, and an abundance of plants. Stepping one foot in, there was an atmosphere of comfort, I think what contributed to it was that it was nighttime. The café depended on dim lighting and soft warm lights from lamps that brightened certain spots. An overwhelming amount of chatter in each corner. Each table was engulfed with the smell of coffee. With each step, you come across plants you must push through and that flutter above people’s heads while they sit. The room is made to be comfier with colored couches, pink, green, and brown. I sink back into the yellow sofa and immediate sleepiness comes over me, but when am I not tired? I enjoyed the calm environment and the velvet feel of the seat. 

 The black mug with a red interior holds my mocha that I feared to taste, would it be too strong? Would it be bitter? It’s just right. The right amount of chocolate filled my mouth although it burned my tongue, I continued to sip. My friend’s muffin crumbled in my hands and discouraged me from trying it despite it looking delicious. Once comfortable, I began to look around the café curious about what others were doing, in front of me sat a couple chatting and laughing as they leaned into each other. To avoid feeling, even more, lonelier I turned behind me where the baristas worked indecently and often give a smile to a customer.  

Suddenly I could smell something other than coffee, something like a botanical garden, a humid scent. Once I looked up there was a plant hanging over us. “Kind of smells like pee,” says my friend which ruined the smell for me instantly. More people came in with their pets, two dogs who jumped from left to right on top of their owners, but I appreciated their silence, no barking. The music began to play very loudly, which made people talk louder, and the comfort was starting to wear off. A glance at my phone as it flashed 9:15 PM, in shock I decided it was time to head home 

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