A not very centric street in a not very well-known neighborhood
A kinda indie cafe with little wooden tables and chairs, of all sorts
Not so crowded
Coffee with milk in a light blue mug and a steel spoon
Salted croissants and sweet cakes
Natural orange juice in a large glass
No ice
Grey clouds and cold wind outside
Yellow lights and the heating on inside
My cheeks red
My jean jacket hung on the chair and too positive and cliche lyrics drawn in the walls
Books and drafts on the table, color highlighter pens and my favorite mechanical pencil
Some other country and some other language even maybe
My chest and stomach warm
My heart ready