The smell of fresh coffee mixed with freshly baked bread always brought me a strange feeling. Part comfort, part nausea. Maybe because lately, almost everything in my life had that same contrast.
The morning at the café was busy. It was Monday, and as always, customers rushed in, ordering their coffees to go and pastries wrapped in a hurry. The doorbell rang nonstop, accompanied by the clinking of cups and the constant sound of steam from the espresso machine.
"Manu, table four wants two cappuccinos and a croissant!" Rose shouted from the kitchen, her voice always loud but never harsh.
"Coming!" I replied, balancing a tray while smiling at a couple who had just sat down.
My feet were already complaining inside my worn-out sneakers, but I ignored them. My body had gotten used to the hea
