CHRISTINE
As I stepped into the small café shop, the smell which invaded my nose was as sweet as when you open that fresh bag of coffee beans, inhaling a long whiff of it, wanting to enjoy it forever. There were little nooks to sit alone or with others, sipping hot coffee, and there were windows which provided nice views of the mountains. And then there was mellow music playing in the background, almost as if it was a live musician on his guitar. A few long community tables which would be perfect for students to do their homework, have a study together. I closed my eyes and a flashback of me and Hannah flew in front of my eyes, two crazy highschoolers enjoying their spare time in the coffee place just like this one. That was before all that s**t happened in my life. Could it be normal aga
