The guitar strummed quietly in the background; setting the atmosphere perfectly. The sound of clinking plates sounded though the clutter cafe as idle chatter filled the small space. The smell of coffee was inescapable; making her smile, as she ordered her drink. She slipped her hands in her pockets and headed towards the vacant couch located in the corner of the cafe. She picked up the magazine which sat, untouched, in front of her; it's glossy cover enticing her. Her small hands struggled too keep the slippery magazine in her grip as she noticed it had a spill of water over it; dampening her hands. She sighed, wiping her hands on her jeans - hoping that yes, it was only water. She saw the smiles of each patron lighting up their unfamiliar faces as they came as went. It was almost contagious, she found. "Miss." The waiter politely announced, gaining her attention. They placed the ceramic mug in front of her and she instantaneously wrapped her cold hands around the steaming hot drink.
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