In the late afternoon of a coffee parlor, there was sense of serenity. Aroma of freshly brewed caffeinated beverage lingers in the air. So thick was the scent that one would be bombarded by it even at the doorstep of the parlor. Even those who were not fond of caffeine would find the scent mesmerizingly alluring.
While the scent of coffee and tea danced in the air, their stage varied from venues to venues. Most stages featured a vintage 1970s designs and layout with a slight touch of modernism. Audience flight find themselves dazed by the atmosphere, time travelled back to their elders' past life. Coming back to the current era, a lovely greet of welcome and smile would invite anyone in. All the seats would bring comfort and one would sink into it if stayed too long.
As with everything in this world, such comfort comes with a hefty patronage but none seemed to mind the cost. It was a needed remedy urban denizens required. Medicinal treats like tantalizing chocolate cake and therapeutic coffee rendered one wanting for more. However, one should control their intake lest one yearned to become a Lotus Eater.
The hours passed. Plates and cups on the table were empty again with a stain of delighted pleasure. A reluctance to part ways was held deep in the heart but the train of life was waiting. It was a quintessential ride one would not afford to miss. With a push of the table, steps were made towards the doorway. The train would stop here again and it would be a stop to look forward to. Just like that, in the late afternoon of a coffee parlor, there was sense of serenity.
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