Uhm, yes. You've read that right. Eight·een.
I love how they used a clock in the word coffee. Heh, witty. It's coffee time, anytime.
cup after more cups
the leaves falling helplessly
sigh of surrender
there’s an endless
sunrises and sunsets
and coffee cups.
Even before you enter the café, you will see grandeur of the place with the books hanging up the ceiling. It somehow has this magical vibe thing. It is like the books are flying just like what happens with your imagination when you read.
The place is very cozy with good music playing on the background—Coldplay! Also, the couch is really soft, giving you more comfort in your stay.
We finished college two years ago and now we talked about how we hate growing up and how true that it is a trap. There are just too much responsibilities when you enter adulthood. Like, how we prefer doing school projects than taking extra time at the office or taking exams than doing evaluations. Though, it is very toxic, we're still glad that we're actually learning more and experiencing more.