
I was in the caf’e on the side of the city. It is my first time here. So I chose a seat far from the bar. The shopkeeper passed me the menu. I thought for a minute,and said, ”Latte,please.” ”Please wait for a moment,”the shopkeeper said. Then I looked around the shop. It was bright. Some painting were hung on the wall. The coffee shop wasn’t big. It had six seats only. But everything here made me relaxed.
”Here is your coffee,”the shopkeeper said. ”Thanks.” The coffee tasted great. I was curious about the name of the shop. I asked the shopkeeper. She said,”It has no name. You can call it whatever you like.” ”What do you call it ?” ”I call it ’Waiting’.” ”Why?” ”Everyone here is waiting for someone or something. So am I.”I nodded my head and paid for the coffee. ”Farewell,” she said. It was my first time and also the last time to the coffee shop.
One day,I missed the caf’e with no name and the coffee. I went there again,the coffee shop wasn’t there. I didn’t see the shopkeeper anymore. ”Maybe she found what she’s waiting for,”Ithought.
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