The girl behind the counter, a young lass with curly blonde locks and a look that could get you in a lot of trouble with the law, looked up as she heard the bell on the door go into action.
"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you find anything in particular?" she asked with a sincere tone.
"Thanks," I said, "but I'm just looking."
I didnt want to tell her that what I was looking at was across the street. I just stood there looking at the café with a book in my hand.
Then I saw some familiar faces...