It was a Saturday morning. The clouds were sputtering out a light mist. She opened her eyes, leaned over and peered out the window.
"Oh great, there's nothing more fun than walking around New York City in a pathetic excuse for rain. Why doesn't it just really rain and get it over with?" She thought. She then began to think about whether she should straighten her hair or let it go natural. A week of "natural" had left her feeling less than attractive. Plus, she was looking pudgy.
A text came through. "I'm going to meet you closer to 2 p.m. Okay?"
She didn't respond. It was fine and she was excited. Yes the rain was more annoying than exciting but a day of eating, what could be better? She decided she'd head to Union Square to pick up her favorite jam and then trapse around the flatiron district until 2 p.m.
A full face of make-up and a head of straight hair later, she boarded the train and was eventually at Union Square. The rain had stopped dripping down.
She wanted the jalepeno jam from Berkshire Berries. It was so absolutely delicious. She stopped at the stand. The person overseeing the stand was an old man who looked like he was still bee keeping. Wearing faded overalls, he had kind eyes.
The jalepeno jam wasn't there. But alas, there was the wild blueberry (delicious) and the fig jam. She purchased them and headed down the street.
A cute little shop caught her attention. She headed inside and realized she had been there before with a friend, not too long ago. The woman at the edge of the counter was middle-aged, round. Her lime green crocks coordinated perfectly with her lime green cardigan.
"May I help you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'll have a latte." The woman peered at her and then offered her a glace chocolate.
"I don't want to sell you anything extra but I think you'd really enjoy this." She said lightly and without any pressure.
"Oh why not!?!" She declaired.
"Why don't you try these 3 for nothing as well. I'm Paula, by the way." She began.
A customer entered the store. She was someone Paula knew by name.
Sitting with the latte, she took a small bite of the glace. The glace was smooth with a subtle dark chocolate taste. The finish was buttery.
She couldn't help but marvel that in the middle of a bustling city was a small cafe offering buttery smooth chocolate that wasn't overpowering. The owner was so passionate about her craft that she wanted others to experience a taste of it.
"I think I'll go back, next time I'm near Union Square." She thought.
"Oh great, there's nothing more fun than walking around New York City in a pathetic excuse for rain. Why doesn't it just really rain and get it over with?" She thought. She then began to think about whether she should straighten her hair or let it go natural. A week of "natural" had left her feeling less than attractive. Plus, she was looking pudgy.
A text came through. "I'm going to meet you closer to 2 p.m. Okay?"
She didn't respond. It was fine and she was excited. Yes the rain was more annoying than exciting but a day of eating, what could be better? She decided she'd head to Union Square to pick up her favorite jam and then trapse around the flatiron district until 2 p.m.
A full face of make-up and a head of straight hair later, she boarded the train and was eventually at Union Square. The rain had stopped dripping down.
She wanted the jalepeno jam from Berkshire Berries. It was so absolutely delicious. She stopped at the stand. The person overseeing the stand was an old man who looked like he was still bee keeping. Wearing faded overalls, he had kind eyes.
The jalepeno jam wasn't there. But alas, there was the wild blueberry (delicious) and the fig jam. She purchased them and headed down the street.
A cute little shop caught her attention. She headed inside and realized she had been there before with a friend, not too long ago. The woman at the edge of the counter was middle-aged, round. Her lime green crocks coordinated perfectly with her lime green cardigan.
"May I help you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'll have a latte." The woman peered at her and then offered her a glace chocolate.
"I don't want to sell you anything extra but I think you'd really enjoy this." She said lightly and without any pressure.
"Oh why not!?!" She declaired.
"Why don't you try these 3 for nothing as well. I'm Paula, by the way." She began.
A customer entered the store. She was someone Paula knew by name.
Sitting with the latte, she took a small bite of the glace. The glace was smooth with a subtle dark chocolate taste. The finish was buttery.
She couldn't help but marvel that in the middle of a bustling city was a small cafe offering buttery smooth chocolate that wasn't overpowering. The owner was so passionate about her craft that she wanted others to experience a taste of it.
"I think I'll go back, next time I'm near Union Square." She thought.
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