Burying the I’s At The Coffee Shop

Lost In The Algortims — Daily Odyssey #21

In the dim glow of the coffee shop, a corner seat becomes more than just a refuge. It’s a silent sanctuary, resonating with the echoes of her presence — the girl with the smile that’s a trap for hearts and eyes that whisper untold tales.

Each visit transcends the lure of caffeine. Everyone has a story fueled by a mix of hope and yearning. The aroma of roasted beans is more than another Americano; it’s an intoxicating invitation. A beckoning to possibly glimpse her again and to interrupt the constant drone of solitude.

Rain composes its melancholic symphony. Every drop is a rhythmic dance that mirrors internal musings. Loneliness is a familiar companion in this quaint sanctuary. The empty window seat echoes absence, a space for someone who finds solace in life’s quiet observation, a seat that might have been hers.

Each return here is an unspoken ritual, an admission of lingering hope. Maybe she’ll reappear, transforming an ordinary moment into an instance of serendipity. It’s an unacknowledged promise, clinging to a dream that feels far-fetched.

This unassuming café blurs the lines between daydreams and the tangible world. It’s where solace finds expression. Where silent dialogues with an absent muse play out over…