Steam curled from the edge of his coffee cup as rain splattered against the window.
Outside, umbrellas floated like jellyfish across the soaked street...
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Steam curled from the edge of his coffee cup as rain splattered against the window.d
Outside, umbrellas floated like jellyfish across the soaked street.
He watched them absentmindedly, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the table.
Somewhere in the corner, a jazz tune hummed from a vintage speaker.
The barista yawned and restocked cups behind the counter.
It was one of those slow afternoons when time forgets to move.
He didn’t mind.
The city could rush past.
In here, he had stillness, warmth, and caffeine.
That was more than enough for now.