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CAFÉ MYSTÈRE



                                              CAFÉ MYSTÈRE !




It was a cold Sunday afternoon, I had decided to go for a walk when I stumbled upon a new cafe that just opened around the corner, CAFÉ MYSTÈRE the sign said in bold red letters, intriguing I thought to myself what a weird name for a cafe.I decided to pop in order an espresso and just sit there for some minutes.
It was quite small but elegant , you know one of those places where you get a tiny cup of coffee for $10 dollars. As soon as I walked in I knew I was only ordering coffee. It had a few tables , a small couch and two counters (one by the window) I took a seat at one of the tables close to the wall. I guess the best thing about the place was that they had wifi.
I took out my laptop and placed it on the table. Oh did I forget to say , I am a writer , I had been having a hard time coming up with an idea for a new book, that was why I decided to take a walk on a COLD Sunday afternoon I'm not mental.
My espresso came and that was the moment they walked in , four of them , a family a weird family, they took the table across me...................
   
           TO BE CONTINUED"..............................

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