Cafe

"I feel like some coffee," I thought under my breath, "It is a good thing that I work near a coffee shop." I start to walk toward the coffee shop, which is about two blocks to the south of my office building.  I start to think about what I want to get. I arrived at the coffee shop and notice that the line is unusually short. I am walking to the front to order and then the door ringer goes off as the regulars pour in to get there three o'clock coffee. I approach the counter with my order,
"Welcome to Jim's Coffee Shop! Making your delicious cup of joe since 1914! Can I take your order?" The very cheery and energetic cashier said. That is why I always came to this coffee shop, not because of the proximity, nor because off the coffee, though it was good, but because of the customer service.
"I will have one coffee, a little cream and a little honey. Thank you," I reply.
"Alright tell me if this is right, one coffee, a little cream and a little honey?" The cashier makes sure.
"Yes, that is right," I assure her.
"Ok, we will get it out soon! Your number is 143! Thank you for choosing us!" The cashier said, always cheery.
"Ok, thank you," I said as I dropped some change into the tip jar. I walked away to an empty seat to admire the space in which I would be drinking my coffee. I had sat down at one of those tables that have two chairs at them but if the two people have more that a drink then it is too small. My table was slightly to the left of the cahier and faced toward the door. I had be here many times before and could be considered a regular, but every time I came it something was different as if they wanted me to look around every time. One thing, though, was always the same, the coffee brown color of the walls upon which everything hung. The color of the walls was just part of the atmosphere and the also seemed to add to the taste of the coffee. One of the cooler things about the coffee shop was that the wall to the left of me was covered in picture of all of the celebrities that had bought something at the shop. It was just cool to think that I could have been in here to see these people, and that I could have met one of them if I had been here at the right time. I continued to scanned my eyes to the to the right and I come to the front wall which is pretty much just a wall of glass except for the fact that the door fell in the middle of it. On the left side of the door there hung a sign that read OPEN in flashing red and blue colors. Then as I continued to scan to the right I say a temporary paper sign that read 'Now hiring.' I predict the sign will not be there long based on the economy. As my eyes continue to drift to the right they pass over the door which have has a new sign hanging over it that reads 'Thank you for visiting Jim's Coffee Shop!' On the other side of the window the name of the coffee shop was written in elaborate, white, almost see through lettering that looked like they had been there since 1914 when the shop first opened. I continued to look across the small coffee shop and tried to look at the wall that was to the right of me through the crowd of people waiting in line to order. The wall was covered in yet another cool collage of photos. These photos were less cliché for a business to have, though not by much. The series of pictures depicts the employees of the coffee shop every New Year to commemorate another year of business. The last of the walls is taken up by the cashier and coffee makers. As I finish up looking around I hear,
"143." I get up and start to walk over to the coffee pick-up station on my way I dodge the wet floor sign and the coffee spill that it denotes and then I reach the coffee pick-up station and look for my coffee. I find it at the far left of the counter, I pick it up and turn around. I look towards my seat and see that someone is sitting in it and their back is facing me. I use to get mad at people who did this and then two things happened one, I did it to someone on accident and I realized how often this happens. I walked over to the seat in which I was sitting in completely calm, as I rounded the corner of the table my face filled with joy and I could feel the happiness lighting me up as I saw who it was. I knew when I saw the face that it was no accident that he was sitting at the table. It was my friend of a little over fifteen years and he must have seen me looking around. I sat down and said,
"Hey, Frank, what are you doing here?"
"Well I had a little time off and I thought that you would be here," Frank replied.
"That was a good guess and I feel really bad right now because I have been holding a secret back from you for a couple of years now," I said guiltily.
"I realized that something was up every time we talked because I can see it on your face, so go ahead, speak," Frank said. I forget that he is a shrink sometimes.
"Ok, here is my secret-