Suspicion
In the midst of a bright summer morning, Olivia rose to bed early and heads to a coffee shop from the town center, a couple of hours before her work hours. She neither ate nor grab breakfast along the way, the place she was going to, sells fresh hot bread and coffees with the smell of roast sweet coffee beans that travels a shop away from its location. Olivia enters inside and roamed her eyes on the four corners of the coffee shop, from the circular counter, baristas brewing coffees, janitors wiping the empty wooden chairs, waiting to be filled by customers. “Am I too early?”, she asks herself, because most of the time, people would fall in long lines up to the outside just to grab a cup of coffee. She can barely find a spot inside. ‘Maybe the world has finally gone mad!”, Olivia sneer
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