R is for Red Chair

She was walking by the cafe as she did every other work day. Today, though, she looked in the window and saw the red chairs.

red plastic chair near black textile
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Glancing at her phone, she saw that she was actually running early today. She opened the door and walked inside with barely a thought. The server waved her to a window table and she sat down.

The coffee aroma was heavenly and she looked around. Why had she never stopped here before? And what had drawn her in so strongly today?

The server stopped by to ask if she wanted coffee. “Absolutely! It smells wonderful.”

He smiled at her. “Do you have a specific request or are you open to trying my favorite?”

“Oh! I love that idea. Please,” she replied. “And one of those scones that I can see on the counter, please.”

He brought them quickly and waited while she tried the coffee. “This is amazing! What is it?”

“Sorry. That’s my secret and I only share it with very special people.” He grinned at her. “But maybe if you become a regular, I’ll share it with you. Or possibly agree to meet me for coffee at some point?” He looked so hopeful and she couldn’t resist nodding.

“I have to get to work, but I’ll give you my number. We’ll start with coffee and see where it goes. How much do I owe you for the breakfast?”

“I’m the owner so I think this one is on the house. Until next time…”

(250 words)

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