As I wait for my drink to cool down a little, I look around me. The shop is as always, with that cozy and warm feeling that fills my lungs together with the sweet smell of pastries and coffee. The blood red walls are filled with frames , some with photos of places or with people smiling and others with draws or paintings, and dark brown bookshelves. The shop has a counter where is exposed some miracles named food, on top of the counter there's the cash register and some containers filled with candy and gums.

The round table where I am seated is beside the big window that fills the whole wall that is facing the street. This is my usual spot. I often come here to work on my studies or even just to relax and read a book.

I sip on my chamomile tea and turn to my backpack that hangs in my chair to take out the material that I need. I set my simple black notebook on the table beside the mug and open it.

Today my plan is to write.