Vanishing Act

The shutters were closed, dust starting to settle on the crevices. The flooring was contact and the sign board was still there so we concluded that it was a recent thing.

I remember the wooden steps up - two flights separated by a middle landing where you could look back down to see the baristas making coffee. The next flight would bring you to the cozy corner where friends would sit over board games and noisy chat.

Our seat was at the window, overlooking the soccer field and the busy traffic of the main road. The triangle building was also in sight, but that's another story for another time.

All the way in, to right. I sat closer to the wall and good things happened. Thrice we came, but there won't be a fourth.

There's the wooden flooring, huge cutlery, over-used menus, typical teen kitchen foodfare and the nice, nice coffee; none I would miss more than the warm head resting on my shoulder.